Page 49 of Wilde Secrets

“Did you think I had something going on with King? And that’s why I was upset?” She tilted her head to one side.

Logan was acutely aware that he was still wearing only a towel. A towel that had started to slip free from where he’d tucked it around his waist. He grabbed at it with one hand to hold it up. It was hard to look indignant when you were dressed in only a towel.

“Would you blame me if I had?” He said, trying to hold onto the scrap of pride he had left.

If only Harper knew how infrequently Logan dated. How little time he spent with women other than his sister and mother.

He could have asked either of them to put Harper up until Mason came back, but he didn’t. It hadn’t even occurred to him.

Are you sure about that?

No, he wasn’t sure. But he wasn’t one to second guess himself and there was something about Harper that had him wanting to keep her close to him. To keep her safe.

And instead, he’d done what? Growled at her when she was upset and practically accused her of having an affair with her sister’s bodyguard?

Well done, buddy.

He closed his eyes and groaned.

Harper’s hand landed on his chest. “You know it’s incredibly difficult to focus on anything when you’re parading around in just a towel.”

“Parading around?” He squinted at her.

“Yep.” She slid her hand up around his neck. “Logan, I like you. I think you are hot as hell. To be honest, I want to climb you like a tree.”

Logan barked out a laugh. “Climb me like a tree?”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with two consenting adults having some fun together, do you?”

Was this really happening? Did she really mean it?

Logan’s eyes narrowed. “Why?”

Harper blinked. “You don’t want to?”

Logan scoffed and drew a hand through his hair. “Princess, you have no idea how much I want to.”

The towel slipped a little further and his hand gripped the two ends together as if he was holding the last of his willpower.

The reasons why this wouldn’t work hung thick in the air. She was going to leave. He would never see her again. They were from different worlds. She deserved far more than some small-town hick carpenter. He squeezed his lips together.

“I want you. You want me. What else is there to talk about?” A small line formed between her eyebrows and Logan stared at it. She wasn’t being coy anymore, but her hand still rested on his chest, absently stroking his skin. Every movement of her fingers sent heat spiking through him.

The towel tented.

So what if she left? Everybody did at some point anyway. It wasn’t like that was new.

“You have a girlfriend, is that it?” Her hand froze where it rested on his chest, and she looked up at him with wide eyes.

“No princess. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

It would have been comical how relieved she looked, if he hadn’t been so turned on. The towel was doing its darnedest to fall to the floor.

“In that case,” she started stroking his skin again. “What do we have to lose?”

ChapterEighteen

Harper

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