Page 80 of Wilde Secrets

And he’d helped his cousin Rhett build his own business.

All this he did without being asked. Without needing to be asked. He gave and gave and expected nothing in return. All he wanted was to see the people he loved succeed at their dreams. To see them happy and healthy.

But what do you want?

“Nothing,” he said. Partly answering Harper and partly answering the little voice in his head that pushed him to want more.

He was happy. He had his life in Cape Wilde. He had his family. There wasn’t anything else that he wanted.

And yet as he looked at the woman who opened her brown eyes and smiled at him, he thought that perhaps he should want more. Perhaps he’d been lying to himself.

“I can’t believe I did it,” she said with a smile, her face lighting up as she blinked sleepy eyes.

There was no way he could take this away from her. He wasn’t going to spoil her dream by asking her to stay. He wouldn’t try to turn this into anything it wasn’t.

They’d agreed at the beginning what this was between them. He wouldn’t ruin that.

“You were amazing.” He smiled and dropped a kiss on her nose.

She giggled and pushed away to stretch her arms over her head, the fabric of her tank top lifting up to show an expanse of soft stomach. Logan groaned and slid down the bed to drop a kiss to the side of her bellybutton, making her giggle again.

“Logan!” She cried out in mock protest, and he smiled against her skin.

Yes, he may only have her with him for a short time, but damned if he wasn’t going to make sure she had a good time.

He nosed the fabric of her tank top up, exposing more stomach, the fabric getting caught on the undersides of her breasts. Her hands came down to grip the sheets next to him.

He grinned, hearing her breathing speed up and glanced at her face to see her eyelids half closed in drowsy arousal. Good.

He took the fabric carefully between his teeth and lifted it up over one of her breasts, freeing the rose-tipped perfection to his gaze. He groaned, capturing her nipple between his teeth and biting softly, the bud tightening.

Logan’s cock had hardened to the point of discomfort, and he used one hand to awkwardly tug his boxers off and throw them to a corner of the room, not caring where they landed. He tugged on his dick, squeezing the end and somehow managing to free Harper’s other breast from the prison of her tank top at the same time.

He latched onto her other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first. Harper’s enjoyment of his attentions was apparent as she writhed against the sheets, her fingers sliding into his hair to grip and tug him closer to her.

Logan slid a knee between hers and eased her legs apart, his cock hard and throbbing against her hip. Her tank was now bunched over the top of her breasts, and he pulled back to view the utter perfection laid out before him.

She was all flushed skin and curves, his hands itching to touch every part of her and follow that with his lips.

Some of his hunger must have shown in his eyes because Harper bit her lip as she watched him.

“Princess, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he practically growled.

He shoved the sheet to the end of the bed, not wanting even a toe to be hidden from his view. He wanted to see all of her. To touch all of her.

To love all of her.

Well, if he couldn’t have her for more than a few more days, he was going to make the most of them. He gripped her tank top and lifted, Harper sitting up and lifting her hands over her head to help him get rid of the garment.

Her arms dropped once it had been yeeted to some unknown corner of the room, and she cupped her breasts in her hands, pushing them together and offering them to him. He wanted to remember her like this always, naked except for a pair of violently pink, lacy panties.

He kneeled between her legs and gripped her around the waist, lifting her onto his lap. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, and she ground herself against his erection.

“Ah, Harper. What you do to me.”

He slid one hand up to her middle back to hold her steady, and the other down to her ass, bringing her closer against him. He ground his dick against her pussy in a way he knew she liked, as it rubbed against her clit. She moaned and closed her eyes, dropping her head to his shoulder and rolling her hips.

“That’s it princess.”

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