Page 52 of Wilde Secrets

It would have been an innocently comforting hug, if he wasn’t completely naked and his—rather impressive—erection wasn’t jabbing her in the stomach.

They both ignored that particular elephant.

“Harper, I will never laugh at you. If you can’t talk about what you want, can you show me?”

She smiled against his chest and smiled, tears pricking her eyes.

There was something so perfect about this moment. About him wanting to take care of her. She wasn’t used to this much attention, and it was overwhelming.

In a good way. But still overwhelming.

She pulled back and met his eyes. “I’m not used to getting what I want.”

He nodded. “I want to give you what you want. What you need. That’s what I want, princess.”

Now it was her turn.

“I want… I want it all to go away.” She buried her face into his chest. “I need to forget about the world for a while. I’m sick of solving everyone else’s problems.”

Logan chuckled, and she jerked back to look at him with a frown.

“Not laughing at you. It’s just that I understand all too well.” His hands slid up to rest on her shoulders once more before turning her around to face the bed.

She felt him grip the bottom of her sweater. He paused. “If at any point you want to stop, we will. Alright?”

She nodded. “Alright.”

He slowly slid the fabric up, her arms lifting automatically over her head so he could pull the garment free. It made a soft plop as he dropped it to the ground.

Harper felt a moment of panic at the thought he was seeing more of her than any other man had. She had always been a lights-off kind of girl, but with Logan, she didn’t want to miss a thing. So be it. If he didn’t like what she looked like in her underwear, then this wasn’t going to go anywhere anyway. Better to find out now than?—

Than when?

All thoughts fled as he began speaking in a low voice, his fingers trailing over her skin.

“Look at you. Beautiful curves just made for my hands.” One of those hands slid around her waist and up to cup her breast through the lace of her bra.

Thank fuck I wore the red set.

Small mercies that she had the presence of mind to wear her nicest underwear. She grinned thinking about how he would react when he saw the matching red lace thong she was wearing.

Her head fell back onto his shoulder. His lips trailed down the side of her neck, heat welling at the apex of her thighs.

She moaned as he pinched her already tightening nipple and then smoothed his thumb over her pebbled flesh.

“So beautiful.” His lips were next to her ear, stirring the hair and tickling her skin. “Princess, you are utterly divine.”

She laughed at that. The thought of being a goddess to this man with the body of a god? Who was she and what had happened to the Harper Holden of a week ago?

And then Logan’s hand slid from her breast, down over her stomach and all thoughts fled her head. He spread his fingers, his hand span covering the whole of her lower belly. The bit she liked least.

“I love how soft you are here. So fucking beautiful.”

He bit her earlobe gently and she made a garbled, unsexy noise that had him chuckling and her cheeks heating. Logan slid his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and slid them down over her hips.

As he bared her bottom Logan sucked in a breath.

“Oh, princess. You are a naughty girl.” He fingered the lace of her thong and smacked her lightly on one cheek.

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