Page 99 of Wilde Secrets

She smiled, the tension she’d felt on the drive easing. Leaving her bag behind, she dashed to the front door and out of the house, running down the path to where she’d written so many of her songs.

Harper didn’t want to waste a single moment more being apart from the man she’d grown to love with all her heart.

Puffing slightly, she rounded the last bend and dashed into the clearing, pulling up sharply.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, taking in what Logan had done.

The old couch had been removed, replaced with a daybed piled high with blankets and cushions. A large rug was spread over the floor, and two huge soft-looking floor cushions were in the middle of the rug.

It was warm and welcoming and absolutely perfect.

She slowly approached, smiling when she saw the picnic basket and wine in an ice bucket.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

She whirled at the sound of Logan’s familiar voice. He’d been standing to one side where she hadn’t seen him as she approached. He slowly walked toward her as if afraid of startling a wild animal.

Her eyes trailed up his body, from his feet encased in those sturdy leather boots, to his muscular legs wrapped in worn denim, to the cable-knit sweater that was snug across his shoulders and chest. He wasn’t wearing his usual ball cap, for once, and his short beard was neatly trimmed.

He looked good.

He lookedspectacular.

“I wasn’t sure you’d want to see me,” she said.

Logan’s eyes sought hers. “Princess, I love you. I’m so sorry you had reason to doubt how I felt.”

Harper swallowed past the thick feeling in her throat, her eyes filling with tears of relief. Then she was running toward Logan as he strode toward her, gathering her into his arms and lifting her off her feet.

She squealed, her arms snaking around his neck to hold on, her hair flying out behind her as he spun her again before gently lowering her to her feet. She threw her head back and laughed.

He loved her. He really loved her.

“I hope you at least feel something toward me?—”

Her eyes snapped to his. “I love you. It’s been really shit without you.”

Logan grinned, his eyes dancing. “Tell me about it.”

She smiled. “Later. There’s something else I want to do first.”

He quirked a brow. “Oh?”

Her lips twitched as she stood on her toes to press her lips to his. Logan’s arms tightened around her, sliding down her back to cup her backside. He lifted her up and carried her the short distance to the daybed.

He lowered her to the mattress and they broke apart, Harper giggling and Logan groaning as he gripped his cock through his jeans. “Jesus, woman. The things you do to me.”

Harper bit her lip and gave him what she hoped was a sexy glance from under her lashes. “Can I do more things to you?”

He shook his head and smiled. “Not yet. Not until I do to you what I’ve been dreaming about for months.”

Harper slowly unzipped her puffer jacket, thankful she had unbuttoned the top of the henley to show her cleavage, when Logan’s eyes dropped to her chest. She pulled her arms free of the garment and leaned back on her hands.

“And what’s that?” She said with a smirk.

Logan bent to undo the laces of her boots, tugging first one off then the other and putting them to one side. He slid his hands slowly up her legs from her ankles to her hips, his eyes never leaving hers. He moved forwards on his knees to kneel between her splayed legs, his hot gaze staring up at her as he licked his lower lip.

“I’m going to undress you, worshipping every bit of your beautiful body as I do.”

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