Page 46 of Wilde Secrets

He shifted her on his lap, lifting her by the waist so she faced him and straddled him, knees on either side of his legs.

Harper squeaked in surprise at being moved around so easily, then laughed. Hands on his shoulders, she practically purred at the feeling of his thick, muscular thighs under hers.

“Come here, princess,” he practically purred, tugging her closer so she was nestled on top of where his erection was straining at the denim of his jeans.

“Oh,” she sighed, closing her eyes and rolling her hips in a way that had him dropping his head back and groaning.

“You’re killing me,” he said, but he was laughing.

“Is that step three?”

“Step three?”

Harper opened her eyes to see his confused green gaze on her.

“You know, in how to get wild outdoors?”

They were still laughing when her phone began ringing.

ChapterSeventeen

Logan

She’d leaped from his lap in a way that wasn’t particularly flattering to him, but he couldn’t begrudge her needing to get the call. Harper was going through some pretty intense stuff, and he hoped he’d helped distract her, even if just for a few minutes.

That’s what you were doing? Distracting her?

His lips thinned and he pushed to a stand, walking away from Harper even though he wanted to stay. Not because he wanted to listen to her phone call, but because he wanted to be there when something happened, and he needed to comfort her.

Because if Logan knew anything about this kind of incident with the press, it was that it didn’t go away. Not as quickly as Harper and her family wanted. Even if the press attention stopped, the after affects would be felt for a long time.

Even years.

He made his way into the house and stood in the kitchen, staring out across the deck and the water with the low sunlight dancing across it in ripples.

Logan knew what Harper was going through. Even worse, he knew what was to come. Why else was he still hiding away in the woods where anyone who approached the house could be heard easily?

Once bitten and all that.

And he wasn’t going to let Harper get hurt. He felt too…

What exactly do you feel for her?

Logan wasn’t one to lie to himself. He tended to face issues head on, even if they were uncomfortable. He liked Harper. A lot. He wasn’t going to lie about that to himself.

But it had only been a matter of days. And nobody felt strongly about someone after only days. Especially not him. Not after Savannah.

Harper is not Savannah.

He shook his head, turning away from the window. Savannah had been a mistake. And one that had cost him dearly.

Logan huffed and turned away from the window. He still hadn’t showered, so made his way to the downstairs bathroom.

He was midway through washing his hair when he thought he heard Harper call out his name.

“Yeah?” He paused, straining to hear her voice over the sound of the water.

“I’m sorry, forget it.”

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