Using the edge of the knife, he laid it flat on her thigh, and slowly scraped the purple and blue wax off her legs.
She tenses as his knife ran over the wax on her collarbone. “I got you, kitten.”She exhaled and closed her eyes.
God, he was so damn proud of her.
When he got to her stomach, as lightly as possible, he used the tip of the blade, sending Harper giggling.
“It tickles. Stop,” she said.
“Stop isn’t a safe word,” Logan said. “Hold still, Kitten.”
This was a good way to test her fortitude, to see how much she would follow his direction. A moment later, her face fell into that composed expression he knew so well, and with exacting care, he scraped off every bit of wax, Harper holding completely still until he got to her ribs. Then her hips came off the table, wiggling under his touch.
He put his hand on her, holding her still. “Aw, Kitten, I’m going to punish you for that,” he said.
“I couldn’t help it!” Harper insisted.
“That’s what they all say,” he said, running his hands through her thick hair. It was so shiny and thick. Why she ever tied it up, he didn’t know.
Quickly, he moved the knife to her breasts and with sure upward motions, he got all the wax off her and flicked her nipples with his index finger.
“They were begging for attention,” he said as he flicked the other one.
Harper moaned. “It burns a little. I like that.”
“Yes, you do.”
Her hitched breathing had spelled that out to him.
Laughing gently, he turned to his bag again and brought out a soft purple robe.
“We need to clear the space, Kitten,” Logan said, noticing Nick with his hand on a dark-haired woman, waiting.
“All right,” Harper said, reaching to take off her blindfold.
“No, you don’t,” Logan said. “Close your eyes.” He eased the covering off her and captured her mouth, his tongue demanding she open under him. The sweet taste of her flooded his system, right to his cock. Damn, he wanted to be buried in her. He slipped the robe over her shoulders and helped her off the table, he sat her on the stool. “Stay there.”
He went to pul the sheet of the table and one of Ella’s club helpers.
“I can help,” Harper said.
Logan shook his head. She was leaning forward on the stool, a slightly dazed look on her face. She needed space.
“We got it,” Logan nodded to Vera and the curly-haired fat woman smiled.
He put his torch and candles securely back in his bag.
“That was sexy as hell, Kitten,” he said.
“Was it?” Her voice was small.
“Yeah,” Logan said, pulling her close to his chest. Running his hands through her hair, he pressed her close to him, kissing her hard.
“That scene was hot, thank you for your trust.”
“You’re welcome, Sir,” Harper said.
Taking her hand in his, he passed Nick, giving his friend a nod and led her back to the bar.
