Page 101 of Wilde Secrets

It was enough to drive him mad.

When she was finally satisfied with her efforts, he lifted her slightly, so her hips were off his thighs.

“Panties, princess.”

Harper tugged them off, bringing her knees to her chest as she did, baring herself to him completely. Her amber eyes met his, no longer laughing but serious.

“I love you, Logan.”

His chest tightened and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. He cupped her mound with one hand, taking the time to make sure she was as ready for him as he was for her.

He growled in satisfaction as his fingers found her plump, wet heat, easing inside her slowly.

Harper moaned and wriggled. “More, Logan. I need more.”

Logan added another finger and then another, scissoring them to make sure she was ready for him after months of being apart. He’d hate himself if he caused her any discomfort.

Harper’s head was thrown back, her skin flushed despite the chill air. She lifted her hands to her breasts and pinched her nipples through the black lace of her bra.

Logan almost came on the spot.

He pulled his hand free and covered her body with his, his lips seeking hers as he eased himself into her pussy with slow, shallow thrusts.

Exquisite inch by inch he filled her until, with a roll of her hips that had Logan’s eyes crossing, he was buried to the hilt.

They were as close as two people could possibly be. Logan reached around Harper’s back with one arm and flicked the clasp on her bra, freeing her breasts.

“I fucking love these.” He brushed his thumbs over her hard nipples.

Harper threw her head back and moaned, moving her hips and squeezing him as he bent his head to capture first one, then the other of her nipples between his teeth.

“Princess, I’m not going to last long.”

She gasped as he pulled back slowly and then thrust into her.

“It’s ok, neither am I.”

The leaves rustled with the breeze, and the water lapped gently against the rocks. It all faded into the background for Logan as his world narrowed to Harper. Every gasp and moan a revelation. He adored the pink that spread over her cheeks, the way her breasts bounced with every thrust.

She was a moaning mess and he’d never been so turned on in his life. Logan shifted her back against the cushions and, sliding his hand underneath her backside, thrust home.

“Fuck,” she gasped, eyes flying open to meet his.

He grinned, but didn’t stop, one hand holding his weight off her as sweat trickled over his back. Her hands gripped his ass and pulled him closer, urging him on faster.

Harper lifted her hips to meet him, her head thrown back and her back arched. He groaned, pulling her close and burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“You are so goddamned beautiful, princess.”

She cried out, clamping down on him as she came and took him over the edge with her. This was heaven. Nothing could beat being wrapped up in Harper Holden. She was everything.

Logan didn’t want to move, enjoying the feeling of Harper’s fingers trailing over his back. But eventually the cold air began to chill his sweaty skin, and he reluctantly withdrew.

He went to stand and almost fell flat on his face, forgetting about his jeans and boots that held his legs together.

Harper started laughing, Logan glaring at her in mock anger.

“You think this is funny?”

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