Page 57 of Wilde Secrets

He smiled, his green eyes only half open as he stared at her.

“So,” she said.

“So.”

They grinned at each other. She was a little sore, but in a pleasant way. After the first time, Logan had insisted she stay in bed while he’d grabbed water for them both and a warm, dampen cloth for her to clean up with.

And then there had been a second time, after which she’d fallen asleep. Some time during the night he’d woken her up by trailing soft kisses across her back and one thing had led to another.

She giggled and pulled the sheet up over her head, cheeks heating at the memory of Logan kneeling behind her as he held her upright against the headboard. That time had been slow and sensuous, a game of see who can last the longest.

She’d never felt like this. Never felt so comfortable, and yet so utterly desirable.

I could get used to this.

Logan yanked the sheet from off her head. “No hiding, princess.”

“I wasn’t hiding!”

“Sure you weren’t.” He smirked, then yanked the covers off her entirely. “Up you get.”

Harper squealed and jumped out of bed to stand naked in front of him. Logan climbed across to her side and stood next to her, but not before he’d looked her up and down with a growl.

“Come on, princess. Let me get some food into you.”

She screwed up her face. “Shower first.”

They took turns in the bathroom like they’d been moving around each other in the space for years. They shared the large shower, and then stood wrapped in towels as they cleaned their teeth.

The easy domesticity they shared had Harper floating.

She dressed in jeans and a loose, cropped sweater. This one in a deep green that made her feel happy whenever she pulled it on. Looking at her reflection in the mirror in the bathroom she nodded, pleased with what she saw.

Logan had headed downstairs to start breakfast, warning her that it would be much cooler than she was used to for this time of year in California.

Harper stopped, halfway down the stairs as she headed to the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around her middle and grinned.

How was this her life?

Oh god. Her life.

Why did she have to meet Logan now? Under these circumstances?

Don’t overthink things. You had an amazing night, just go with it.

Squaring her shoulders, she continued down the stairs.

She found Logan in the kitchen, humming under his breath as he worked at the bench, his back to her.

His feet were bare, a pair of old worn jeans cupping his butt in a way that should be criminal. Another flannel shirt, this time in greens and black, pulled snugly against his broad shoulders as he moved.

He must have heard her, because he turned around with a smile. Her breath hitched at the warm look in his eyes.

I could get used to this.

“Morning princess.” His eyes looked her up and down, lingering on the way her jeans hugged her hips. “Don’t you look like a snack.”

She laughed, any questioning thoughts disappearing. She stepped into the kitchen, quirking a brow at what he was doing with his hands.

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