Chapter 133 Chapter 132
Harper POV
I wanted Logan.
That was the only thought left in my head.
Every kiss he pressed against my skin sent heat rushing through me, setting my body on fire in a way I couldn’t ignore anymore. Maybe it was the risk—the fact that we were outside, that someone could walk by at any second—but instead of stopping me, it only made everything feel sharper.
More intense.
Logan’s hands slid to the hem of my shirt, slowly pushing it upward, exposing my skin inch by inch.
Cool air brushed against me, but it didn’t matter.
Not when Logan leaned down and pressed a slow kiss just above my belly button.
My breath caught.
“Perfect,” he murmured softly, like it was a fact, not a compliment.
His lips brushed my skin again, slower this time, like he was taking his time.
My fingers slid into his hair without thinking, gently threading through it as I looked down at him.
He glanced up at me, his eyes darker now.
More focused.
“You are perfect, you know that?” he said quietly.
A soft laugh slipped out of me.
“No, I’m not… but thank you.”
Logan shook his head slightly, like he didn’t believe me.
Then his hands moved again, lower this time, his touch more deliberate. He grabbed the top of my leggings and he pulled them down.
I gasped softly at the sudden shift, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.
“Logan…” I whispered.
He only smirked slightly, leaning closer, his voice low and teasing.
“Careful… someone might hear you.”
That should have made me pull away.
It didn’t.
If anything, it made everything worse—in the best way.
My pulse raced as his touch lingered, slow and intentional, like he knew exactly what he was doing.
The contrast between the cool night air and the warmth building under his hands made everything feel heightened, overwhelming in a way I wasn’t used to.
Logan’s tongue darting into me. My breath hitched, my fingers tightening in his hair as I tried to stay quiet.
Tried and failed.
“Logan…” I breathed again, softer this time.
His name barely made it past my lips.
He looked up at me again, and for a second, everything slowed.
The teasing edge in his expression softened.
Something deeper flickered there.
“Harper,” he said quietly, his voice different now.
More serious.
More real.
“To me… you are perfect.”
My chest tightened.
“I was just… blind. And stupid.”
I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift.
“Hockey—going pro—that’s all I’ve ever known,” he continued. “I wasn’t allowed to feel anything else.”
The words hit harder than they should have.
Because for the first time tonight—
This wasn’t just heat.
It wasn’t just tension.
It was something else.
Something real.
And suddenly I wasn’t just reacting to him anymore—
I was seeing him.
His words settle between us, heavier than the moment should allow.
For a second, everything slows.
The cold air.
The distant noise from campus.
Even my racing heartbeat.
“I wasn’t allowed to feel anything else.”
I swallow softly, my fingers still tangled in his hair.
“Logan…”
He doesn’t give me time to overthink it.
His hands slide back to my waist, pulling me closer again, grounding us back into the moment—back into the heat that hasn’t gone anywhere.
If anything, it’s stronger now.
More dangerous.
His mouth finds mine again, but this time the kiss is different.
Deeper.
Slower.
Like he’s not just trying to feel me—
He’s trying to memorize me.
My body reacts instantly, pressing closer to him without hesitation, my hands gripping his hoodie like it’s the only thing keeping me steady.
“Still thinking?” he murmurs against my lips.
“Trying not to,” I breathe.
“Good.”
His hands move again, more certain now, more confident, like whatever hesitation was there before is gone.
My breath catches as his touch lingers, slow and deliberate, like he’s paying attention to every reaction he pulls from me.
And I’m reacting to everything.
Every movement.
Every shift.
Every second he doesn’t stop.
The cool brick behind me contrasts sharply with the heat building between us, and it makes everything feel sharper—more intense.
“Logan…” I whisper again, softer now, my voice barely holding together.
His name sounds different this time.
Less like a warning.
More like a surrender.
His forehead presses lightly against mine for a second, his breathing just as uneven as mine.
“You can still stop me,” he says quietly.
I shake my head immediately.
“No.”
There’s no hesitation.
No second guessing.
Because the truth is—
I don’t want to stop him.
Not even a little.
Something in his expression shifts at that.
Relief.
Desire.
Something deeper that makes my chest tighten again.
“Good,” he murmurs.
And then he closes the distance again.
His mouth moves against mine, slow at first, then not slow at all, like the last thread of restraint between us finally snaps.
My fingers tighten in his hair as I pull him closer, and this time there’s nothing careful about it.
Nothing hesitant.
Just heat.
Just want.
Just him.
And the way his hands move—like he already knows me, like he’s been waiting for this—makes it impossible to think about anything else.
The world disappears completely.
No courtyard.
No campus.
No risk of getting caught.
Just Logan.
Just this.
And the way everything between us feels like it’s building toward something neither of us is going to stop.
Logan positioned his head between my thighs. The jolts of pleasure running through me as I felt his mouth devouring me.
“You taste so good.” He mumbled as he dived back in and continued working his tongue inside me.
I was panting and moaning. What is he doing to me? I let out another gasp when I felt he pushed on of his fingers inside of me.
“Oh fuck, yes, oh god, Logan” I moaned.
Logan continued pumping his finger inside of me. Slowly at first then he started building up speed. The pleasure this man was doing, I didn’t want to stop.
I felt the pressure building. “My god you are so tight.” I heard Logan say as he pumped in and out of me with his finger. Then I felt it. He added another finger.
“Logan! Ohhh god, yes!” I cried out.
“Cum for me Harper, let me taste it.” He said as he lowered his mouth back into my clit, sucking on it.
I felt myself just explode. The orgasm hit me so fast and hard. Logan’s tongue was just lapping up all of my juices as I started cumming.
I was calming down from the orgasm, but Logan’s tongue kept working its magic. He kept licking me.
Finally he lifted his head and said, “That was yummy. I got all of it my dear.”
“Logan… wow.” I said to him.