Logan licked his lips, chuckling softly. "Well.. how soft your skin is, the way you quiver and the soft little whimper you make in the back of your throat."
He circled her navel with his fingertips and grinned. "How much louder you might get if I touched a little higher, or a little lower." His voice grew lower. Touch spoke measures, but sometimes the one you cared about needed to hear how you felt, what you wanted to do. "How you're going to taste when I kiss and lick you here." His hand slid under her top, cupping her breast. Teasingly he rolled the tight little pebbel between his thumb and forefinger.
The way she moved and the little noise she made had him smiling. "How damn sweet you're going to taste when I lick between your legs." His mouth watered a little at the thought of that. "Want me to keep going?"