Page 44 of Wilde Secrets

Logan looked down at his chest. “Ah, shit. Sorry. I forgot that was on this one.” He looked up at her and shrugged. “My sister made them as a joke for Rhett’s business.”

“Oh?” Harper barely managed to get that out between her laughter.

He shrugged and leaned back on his hands, the shirt pulling even tighter across the muscles of his chest. “Yeah. So we called her bluff and wear them.” His lips twitched as he watched her laugh.

Harper found that once she’d started, she couldn’t stop giggling. “So, Logan. Tell me. How do you get wild outdoors?”

“It’s a bit of a local secret, princess.”

She snorted. “Uh-huh. Tell me.”

Logan’s lips spread into a smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling and one side of his mouth lifting, making him look years younger. He slowly unfolded himself from the step, leaning forward until he was almost touching Harper.

“Are you sure you can handle it?”

Harper’s breath caught in her throat. “Try me.”

Why did her voice have to wobble?

Logan leaned a touch closer, one of his big hands gripping the stair next to where Harper sat. If he just moved his thumb slightly, he would touch her thigh. The heat of his imaginary hand on her skin sent goosebumps over her legs. She barely suppressed a shiver, and Logan’s smile deepened.

My god, he’s looking at me like I’m a meal.

“The first step is to be outdoors.”

Logan stood and held a hand out to Harper. She looked from it to his face.

What the hell. Gobble me up.

Harper placed her hand in his and he pulled her to her feat with surprising ease. She gasped and stumbled, her hands landing on his chest, her thighs pressed against his. She tilted her head up to look into his face.

“Aren’t we outdoors now?” She asked, her voice sounding breathy and faint to her ears.

Logan shook his head. “Ideally we’d be out of sight of any buildings, but this will have to do,.” He guided her to walk a short distance onto the grass before the water.

“What’s step two?”

He still hadn’t released her hand, her fingers warmed by his touch. He ran his thumb over her knuckles and that one point of contact, palm to palm, was her universe. The sounds of the water lapping against the rocks faded.

“This.” He turned to face her.

Logan released her hand. He reached for her, sliding his work-roughened fingers up her arm and over her shoulder. Harper leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and biting back a moan. Logan’s fingers slid into her hair at the nape of her neck, and he pulled her gently toward him.

“I want to kiss you, princess.” His voice was deeper than she’d heard it, and his words sent a thrill through her.

He wanted to kiss her. She blinked up at him, her warm brown eyes meeting his piercing green ones. But he didn’t move closer, just stroked the back of her neck with the thumb of the hand that was buried in her hair. The soothing rhythm of his fingers on her skin was pure bliss, and the last of the tightness in her shoulders that had plagued her all day gradually released.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” She asked, confused.

“Only if you want me to.”

Harper swallowed and nodded. The response she got in return was a twitch of his lips and lifted eyebrow. He was going to make her say it, wasn’t he?

“Please kiss me, Logan,” she said. It wasn’t a hard thing to say, but she had never been brave when it came to men. Telling Logan that she wanted him had her cheeks flaming with heat.

But something had changed in Harper. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but she was certain that the woman she had been even a week ago didn’t exist anymore. So when he bent down to her and touched her lips gently with his, she slid her arms up his chest and around his neck, pressing herself closer to him.

Why shouldn’t she make the most of this? Make the most of Logan obviously being into her?

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