Page 53 of Wilde Secrets

Harper bit her lip and giggled, then sucked in a breath as Logan’s warm hands quickly stripped her of her leggings. She rested a hand on his shoulder as she lifted one foot, then the other so he could pull the fabric free.

Hands still on his shoulders, she looked down at him as he kneeled in front of her. His eyes smoldered as he slid his hands up the back of her calves and over her thighs and then dipped his head and licked a stripe right up her center through the lacy fabric of her underwear.

“Oh!” Harper’s legs buckled, but Logan’s hands held her still. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails biting into his skin.

Logan flicked her clit with his tongue through her underwear. Heat pooled right where he’d licked her.

He looked up at her, those brown waves falling back over his forehead and revealing his hot, green-eyed gaze.

“If you taste as good as you smell, I’m going to heaven tonight.” He grinned and winked at her.

The wink broke some of the seriousness of the moment, and Harper smiled shyly.

Logan pushed to his feet, his hands settling on her waist, his thumbs brushing the skin of her stomach.

They moved at the same time, Harper standing on her toes to lift her face to his, Logan dropping his head. Their lips touched, and Harper’s whole world contracted to the feel of his hands on her, his hard length pressing against her soft belly, the way his fingers tightened on her when she nipped at his bottom lip.

His tongue tangled with hers, their breath mingling.

Logan stepped backwards, taking Harper with him and sitting on the edge of the mattress. He slid a knee between her thighs and tugged her onto his lap, her legs spread around his and her knees resting on the mattress on either side of his hips.

His hands were on her ass, tracing over her skin in a way that had goosebumps cropping up over her arms and legs. Logan looked up, heat in his gaze, the muscles in his arms bunching as he gripped her bottom in his hands and tugged her against his hard dick.

Harper looked down and moaned at the sight they made.

Red lace covering her labia, but showing a glimpse of the small patch of curls she kept neatly trimmed. The contrast of that red lace with the flushed head of his dick, the veined trunk pressed against her core, had her biting her lip.

“That’s it, princess. Take what you need.”

It wasn’t until he spoke that she realized she was moving her hips against him. She moaned and reached around behind her to unclasp her bra.

Logan’s hands gripped her hips harder, and she reveled in the possessive growl he let loose as he watched her ease the straps over her shoulders.

She held the cups in front of her chest teasingly, lips twitching, until he leaned forward to reach for the lacy garment with his teeth and tug it away from her chest.

Harper gasped, hands gripping his shoulders as he stood with her in his arms, her legs gripping his waist, one of his big hands under her bottom.

Logan turned and lowered her to the bed on her back, coming down on top of her, his weight resting on his forearms on either side of her head.

“You’re a little tease, aren’t you?” He dropped his head to kiss her before she could answer.

He was all hard muscles and soft touches as he trailed kisses down her neck. Harper arched her back as he captured her nipple between his teeth. She squirmed wanting more—needing more.

“Ah, princess. Look at you. So beautiful it hurts.” Logan ran his hands over the dip of her waist and the generous flare of her hips. He slid a finger under the lace of her thong and tugged it until she lifted her hips, and he helped her wriggle out of it.

“I was tempted to rip this from you,” he said, and Harper’s eyes went wide. “But I like it too much and want to see you wear it again for me.”

Harper’s mouth fell open.

Again?

Then his mouth was on her in the best way possible and any thoughts of tomorrow disappeared.

ChapterNineteen

Logan

Harper’s pussy was heaven. No debate.

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