Impulse by Dannika Dark Page A

ends of his mouth.
    I finished drying my hair and noticed his glum expression. “What’s wrong?”
    “Aside from your unsated lust that burns my nose like gasoline? Not a thing. Do you want to know what I was going to do to you in there with those lovely legs draped over my shoulders?”
    “No, please.” I caught a subtle glow in my reflection and my lips were swollen from biting them.
    Water trailed from his wet hair over his shoulders; nothing had changed in the baggage compartment. “Maybe you need to get back in the shower and turn on the cold water,” I suggested.
    “Maybe you should join me, my sweet.”
    He took a deep, purposeful breath and I shoved my palm against his wet chest.
    “Stop doing that, Mr. Cross.”
    He quirked a smile. “I do love it when you call me that.”
    I squeezed the ends of my hair and tossed the towel in the sink. “Was it easy for you to kill all those people? Before we met.”
    Logan lowered his head, keeping his eyes closed. “Those were deplorable men, Silver, and I will not apologize for my actions.”
    “Was every single one of them a Mage?”
    “Most. We’ve gone over this. I can’t erase my past—it’s not a chalkboard.”
    I wiped a droplet of water from my nose and crossed my arms. “I’m not holding it against you. I don’t know why you chose that life, but I understand why you think it’s justified. In the end, it didn’t bring her back.”
    “No,” he said, pointing a finger angrily at the floor. “Curse my life until you run out of breath, but the tragedy of who I was led me to you . I’ve never been a soft man when it comes to females, Silver, not since Katrina.”
    “Your wife?”
    “My mate, yes. She knew me in the spirit of my youth. I chose not to leave you alone on that rooftop for a reason. I fought the instinct to track down the scent,” he said, drawing in a slow breath through his nostrils. “I know that scent. It infuriates me that another male has marked you, and there is a familiarity to his identity. If he crosses my path—”
    I cleared my throat. “I think we made the right decision tonight. It would have been for the wrong reasons and it shouldn’t become something that we regret.”
    After a lengthy sigh, a wide smile stretched across my cheeks. I was impressed that he kept his eyes closed without the temptation to peek.
    “I need something to put on,” I finally said.
    Logan kicked off his shoes and when he unlatched his belt, I couldn’t look away. He shoved his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. It was the first time I’d seen his legs and they were more powerful-looking than I’d imagined—not like a bodybuilder, but conditioned like an athlete. He wore form-hugging briefs that were a little long in the leg and they were the sexiest damn things I’d ever seen on a man. I admired the v-cut that arrowed down his abdomen, wondering what it would be like to stroke my finger down the groove. When his thumbs hooked around his briefs, I whirled around and gaped at the tile.
    “I’m not putting you on,” I insisted.
    “You have permission to look at me.”
    “How very gracious of you, Mr. Cross.”
    “I’m not shy about anything I have to offer you, but I need to get out of these wet clothes and put on something dry before my ass chafes.”
    I snorted. “I never did like peeking at my presents before it was time.”
    He gripped my shoulders firmly and his lips grazed my ear. “When it’s time, Little Raven, I’m all yours to unwrap. And I promise that your present will be the biggest of all.”
    That was no lie; I’d already seen the size of the box.
    I turned to give him a kiss and, although his eyes remained closed, he felt my intent and leaned down.
    The kiss was deep and penetrating. It was intimate in a way that the previous ones weren’t. When his tongue found mine and he slid his hands behind my neck, I nearly collapsed and flattened my hands against his chest.
    “I love the way you taste,” he