He was privy to the etiquette between men and women, but there was just something about a natural scent (perhaps it was a musk or something underlying) that couldn't be masked by perfumes or good-smelling soaps.
When she kissed him Logan grunted and instantly his palms and fingers were tracing the outline of her petite frame, giving attention to every curve and crevasse. Especially to her more shapely assets. He couldn't get enough of those.
He returned her kiss, offering her small growls with the connection. He knew from experience ascertained moments before that it got her blood running a little bit higher in temperature.