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Harper bit her lip, her breath coming faster and her nipples pebbling at his words.

“And I’m going to take my time so you are soaking wet by the time you’re naked.”

She moaned, giving up playing at being a temptress as his words washed over her. She had missed him so much. She’d missed this.

How had she ever doubted he’d loved her?

His hands found the waistband of her jeans and undid the button, slowly sliding the zipper down. Her black, lacy underwear came into view, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Oh, that is a nice surprise.” He bent his head to kiss her through the lace of her panties.

She shivered and lifted her hips so he could tug her jeans down her thighs and then pulled her top over her head.

Logan growled, his eyes hot as he took in Harper in her matching black lace underwear.

“Fuck, princess. I’ve missed you so much. Look at you.”

He dropped his head to kiss the dimpled skin of her thighs, tugging her jeans to her ankles and helping her kick them free.

Sitting there in her socks and underwear, the cool fall air bringing goosebumps to her skin, she’d never felt more beautiful in her life.

Who needed ballgowns when you had Logan West staring at you as if you were the only woman in the world?

ChapterThirty-Four

Logan

He’d waited far too long to get her exactly where she was now. Months of missing her and he was hard pressed to go as slowly as he wanted to.

He swore and rubbed a hand over his face.

“I just want you to ride my dick. I need you.”

Logan flicked the button on his jeans, standing to undo the zip and tug them down his legs.

“Boots,” Harper said, laughing as he almost fell over in his efforts to get them off his feet.

“Fuck it. I don’t care!”

He yanked his sweater and shirt off, tossing them over his shoulder and then, with Harper giggling, joined her on the day bed.

He scooted forward on his knees, tugging her to him by the hips. She wriggled toward him until her hot, lace-covered pussy was right where he wanted her. He groaned, pulling her hips up and onto his thighs.

He could see her nipples through the lace of her bra, the dark fabric contrasting against her pale skin. Logan thought he couldn’t get any harder but was pleasantly surprised to find out he could.

“Come here, princess,” he said, helping her sit up on his lap.

“Are you sure I’m not too?—”

“Don’t even say it.” He scowled and her lips twitched.

“Condom?” She asked, her hand sliding down his stomach and into the front of his boxer briefs.

He was hard pressed to speak when she was touching him like that, her hand circling his dick and gripping him just the way he liked.

“Shit. Back pocket.”

With some creative shuffling, she managed to find the correct pocket, free his dick from his underwear and torture him by slowly rolling the condom down his length. All the while purring in his ear about how much she missed touching him, tasting him, having his dick inside her.

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