“It’s hard to talk about,” she said.
Taking her hand in his, he sat down beside her, pulling her over onto his lap. He ran those enormous hands along her shoulders again, and Harper felt his warmth seep through her muscles. A massage from him would be great after cross-fit training.
“I’ll always listen,” Logan said. “Share one thing.”
“Both my parents were ballet dancers, and I thought I would be too.” How she managed not to choke on those words, she didn’t know. His hands kept working over her knotted muscles and she closed her eyes.
“I can’t see how you had much choice,” Logan said against her ear.
He rubbed slow circles over her lower back, his fingers going to the waistband of her pants.
“It has a button,” Harper mumbled.
“So complicated,” Logan said, but after a moment, she felt his fingers unsnap the button.
“I didn’t really, but I loved it. They had a studio built at the back of our house, and I spent every moment I could in there.” Harper closed her eyes. Before the fire, before the safe world, her parents created had crashed down all around her.
“It’s okay. You’re safe with me.” His lips firmly against her melted away her anxieties, and brought her back to the present moment.
“Thank you for trying to answer my questions. I know it’s hard for you.” His hands slid over her black lacy panties. “I might make it a rule not to wear undergarments when we’re together,” Logan said.
Harper laughed. He shuffled her around as he eased her out of his pants and laughed as she felt the panties slide off. “My lingerie is getting wrecked with you,” she said.
“Careful Kitten, I might take that as a challenge,” Logan said, and with that, he grabbed her panties, and Harper heard the fabric rip.
“Sir!” she protested, laughing.
“It’s going to be a fun shopping trip,” Logan murmured. He slid her around and the next thing she knew, she was over his lap. His big hand cupped her right butt cheek, and gently he brought it down on her with a snap.
She felt the searing heat from where his hand had been, radiate deep within her core and the pooling wetness between her legs made her want more.
As his hands ran circles around her bottom, Harper tensed. Logan pulled her hair, giving it a gentle tug.
“Nope, none of that. Relax Kitten,” he commanded.
Her face felt warm as her hands grabbed his legs for support. She took a deep breath and gasped as Logan trailed a finger along the inside of her right thigh, continuing until his fingers found her pussy. Harper moaned, closing her eyes.
He rubbed lightly over her clit, making her sway on his lap, but his big hand came down on her, keeping her from moving.
The sharp snap of his open palm stopped the stirring of desires, and as he landed the slap on her bottom, she whimpered across his lap. Quicker than she could keep up with, he alternated left, right, and the spark of desires climbed deep within her core again.
“Do you like this?” Logan asked, his voice sultry, making her open her eyes.
It was hard to admit that she did like this, but she wanted more of it. “Yes.”
“Good,” Logan said, increasing the rhythm of his palm hitting her ass.
It could have been moments or hours or half the night, Harper lost sense of time, getting lost in the sound of his palm landing on her behind. With each slap, Harper found her hips rising off him to meet his hand, urging for more.
“Are you still with me?” Logan asked.
He slid a finger deep inside her, slowly coaxing her to arousal.
Mewling, Harper arched off his lap. “Logan!”
“Shatter for me. I’m here to pick you up,” Logan said.
She believed him. Maybe she couldn’t let him in all the way, but she knew he would catch her, knew that he would take care of her. From deep within, she felt his fingers curl, pressing on her G-spot. Her muscles contracted around his fingers.
