Page 55 of Wilde Secrets

But there were so many other things he wanted to do with her. To her. Have her do to him. His head swam.

“Oh, baby. Did you lose your words?” She grinned and squeezed his cock with her hand, giving it a playful tug.

Logan growled and narrowed his eyes at her, but she tossed her head and laughed. “You make me feel so good, princess. I would love to fuck your throat. But there’s lots of other things I want to do to you, too.”

Her smile dropped, and she bit her lip her eyes wide. “Oh?”

Logan nodded. Ah, how the tables have turned. Who’s forgotten their words now. He smirked.

“Would you like to hear?”

She nodded so quickly, her hair swam around her face like waves.

“First, I want to eat your pussy again, with a finger in your ass. I want to find out what toys you like to use and have you put on a show for me. I want to see the way your face changes when you come on my cock. I want to jerk off all over those amazing tits of yours and watch you rub my cum into your skin like it’s the most expensive goddamned cream on the planet. I want?—”

She lifted a hand. Her cheeks were pink and she was panting.

“Too much?”

She shook her head. “No, not that. Just… Condoms?”

“Ah, hold on.” Logan rolled over and opened the nightstand drawer, hunting for the box he put in there when he moved in over a year ago.

Please still be in date, please still be in date.

“Thank Christ for that,” he muttered. They were in date.

“Sorry?”

“Nothing.” He rolled back towards her, holding the little silver packet up triumphantly. “Success!”

She laughed, then sobered. “When were you last tested?”

Logan settled himself back on the bed, scooting up to put his back against the headboard. He hadn’t brought a woman back to this house, Harper was the first.

He frowned. He didn’t want to think about anyone else but her in this bed.

“Logan?”

“Uh, after my last partner.”

“When was that?” She asked.

He coughed, looking away. “Six years, three months.”

“Sorry, I missed that.”

“Six years, three months,” he repeated turning back to look at her.

She blinked. “I must be going deaf, I thought you said six years.”

“I did.”

“Oh.”

Logan watched her. “Harper, I don’t do this often. I’m not someone who can jump into bed with a woman without it meaning something. You mean something. I don’t know what the future holds, but right now I want to spend this time with you, however you want.”

The smile that split her face was radiant and she scooted up the bed on her knees next to him to drop a chaste kiss to his lips. “That means a lot, baby. Thank you.”

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