Proof of his interest was making itself known against her stomach, sending a shiver through her.
She slicked her tongue against his lips, teasing him, and felt a thrill when he groaned and opened his mouth to deepen their kiss. Her head swam, and she finally understood why women in those old black-and-white movies would kick their leg up when they were kissed.
She felt like she was floating away.
Logan pulled away, chest heaving, to rest his forehead against hers. Their eyes met, and Harper gave him a tentative smile.
“You alright?” He asked, his voice husky.
This was the first time in days that she’d felt completely, perfectly alright. She was brilliant.
“Yes. Are you?”
He barked a laugh, pulling away to throw his head back. “Oh, princess. More than alright.” His hand slid out of her hair, and he cupped her face, his thumb gently brushing over her cheek.
Logan’s eyes were hot with promise as he kissed her again and again.
The light was dropping further, the sounds of the breeze in the trees a soothing backdrop to the passion burning through her. Her heart felt like it would burst free from her chest it was pumping so hard.
One of Logan’s hands slid down her back to pull her closer to him, the hard bulge of his erection as it pressed against the soft swell of her stomach all the evidence she needed of how she was affecting him.
His lips trailed over her cheek and down her neck making her head swim. Her eyes closed, she dropped her head back and leaned into his arms.
It felt so good to be enveloped in his arms. Surrounded by his strength. Like nothing could get to her.
Safe. She was safe.
Harper sighed as he brushed the back of his fingers gently over her collar bone and down the slope of her shoulder, slowly making his way south until he brushed the side of her breast. She wiggled against him and smiled, eyes still closed as she tugged him closer.
She ached for him.
“Ah, princess. What you do to me.”
He shifted slightly, and she whimpered at the loss of his hands on her, before she was lifted into his arms.
Her eyes flew open in alarm. “Logan! No, I’m too heavy!” She gripped him around the neck, clinging tightly as her worried eyes met his laughing ones.
“You’re not too anything, princess.” His words were easy, and she relaxed against him.
She’d never been carried like this, but the way he moved so easily, as if she was as light as a feather, had her settling into his arms.
He carried her, bridal style, toward the house and up the stairs to settle on the outdoor sofa.
“You really don’t mind carrying me,” she said, a note of awe in her voice.
Logan looked at her with a quizzical expression. “Why would I mind?”
Harper flushed waved a hand to gesture at herself. “Because I’m not a small woman.” She looked away, not wanting to meet his eyes. Wiggling slightly, she tried to shift off his lap.
“Princess, I’m not a small man.”
She rolled her eyes. “But that’s different.”
Logan gripped her chin and turned her face gently so she met his eyes. “I’ll say this as often as you need to hear it. If that’s every day, so be it.” He dropped his head a little lower so their noses almost brushed. “You are perfect. You don’t need to be anything other than the way you are.”
Tears welled in Harper’s eyes.
“That means more to me than you’ll ever know,” she said softly.
