Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 142783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
He stared at me through the lapping shadows as if I might be a figment, too. As if he’d drifted through that same vacancy for the last seven years, the two of us floating through the nothingness that kept us separated.
My pulse raced my veins, so hard I was sure it was palpable. He reached out and trailed a single fingertip from the outside of my knee to my ankle.
Searing.
Scorching.
Inciting.
He angled his head, his profile so strong it verged on obscene, though his voice dropped to a grumble of agony. “Were you thinking about him?”
A wise woman would lie, one who held an ounce of self-preservation, but my head shook. “You know that I wasn’t.”
Logan leaned forward, and his breath whispered across the inside of my thigh. My heart bucked involuntarily in a bid to reach the one who’d left me adrift.
“Who then?” It was the roughest scrape of a demand, green eyes slicing through me with the sharp edge of a knife.
Everything shivered, and I tried to swallow, to regain some semblance of control when I’d slipped off the edge.
I squeezed my eyes shut to shield myself from the power of this man.
“Say it.” It cut through the air. Logan towered over me. His frame was rigid, hard, and held in some kind of restraint.
Hesitation rippled from my body and ricocheted against the walls, then the confession came tumbling out. “You.”
A growl rumbled from his chest. “Good girl.”
The mattress dipped when he set a knee onto the mattress, and I was pretty sure the entire Earth tipped from its axis when he began to slowly crawl up the bed.
Gravity shifted.
Setting me on a path for a new destination.
My North Star.
I was a fool.
A fool, a fool, a fool.
But I trembled in anticipation as he crawled up close to me, pressing me back to lie flat as he came.
He planted his hands on either side of my head, and my legs dropped open to make him room as he hovered there.
As if he both would consume me and couldn’t bear to touch me at the same time.
He just pinned me with the brunt force of his presence.
Heat blazed in the empty space that roiled between us. Never had my body ached in such a way, desperation taking over.
I was a second from begging him to drop down and press his heavy weight against me.
Allow me to feel.
Make me remember.
“This is a bad idea, Logan.” A moment’s clarity somehow busted through the haze.
Gone in a flash when those green eyes glinted in the rays of moonlight. “You were the best idea I’ve ever had.”
His words were hardened, strained with regrets and wounds.
Time was held in that moment.
The seconds gone stagnant.
My orbit this man.
It was torture.
It was bliss.
“And we still ruined each other in the end.” The words fell like an appeal from my lips.
Logan almost smiled, his gorgeous face staring down at me, wicked and right. “Who said it was the end?”
It sounded of a warning.
“Logan.” My heart crashed against my ribs like it could claw its way to meet with him. His raged back.
His eyes dragged down my body until his hot gaze landed on my underwear. Then he swept back up to my face.
“Finish.” The command was a whisper of seduction, so low and lethal I would have thought I’d made it up except for the fact I couldn’t look away from the movement of his lips. The way his teeth grazed the plump flesh when he formed the word, the way his tongue just peeked out at the end.
“Logan, please.” My chest jerked, and my fingers twitched.
I wanted to beg him to do it. To put me out of my misery.
But I was chained.
Tied.
Shackled to his potency.
“Let me see you finish, Aster. Go back there…where you were…with me. Finish.”
My tongue swept over my dried lips. “Logan. Please.”
“Who do you belong to?”
My thighs trembled and my pussy throbbed.
So heavy and needy I had to stop myself from lifting my hips to rub against his pants.
You.
You.
It shouted from my soul.
Even though it didn’t come from my mouth, I knew he saw its truth in my eyes.
“Who, Aster? Who do you belong to? I need you to say it.”
I saw the flash of grief. What was at stake.
The confession rolled out without permission. “You.”
Because this time, it wasn’t about some stupid bet or deal.
It wasn’t temporary.
It was yesterday.
It was today.
It was forever.
It was the bare, violent truth.
Dark satisfaction flashed through his expression, the angle of his fierce jaw rigid, his eyes glinting with dominance.
“Finish, Little Star.”
My spirit thrashed.
Panged and danced and sang.
My stupid, tattered heart grew wings.
Emotion gathered so fast I was afraid it would seep out through my eyes.
He leaned down, but only his breath touched my ear. “Are you wet, Aster? Are you wet for me? Is it me you’ve been thinking about all these years?”