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.