She looked like a fucking seductress standing in my room. Like temptation. Like every-fucking-thing that had been missing in my life for the last seven years.
She fidgeted.
Twitched.
Unsure.
Oh, but we could be certain of one thing.
She wanted me. She fucking wanted me.
Even knowing what felt like insurmountable obstacles separating us, she wanted me.
The problem was, my head didn’t know how to keep up with my heart that was already pounding out ahead of us.
My mind full of questions while the rest of me just didn’t give a fuck.
The only thing that mattered was the feeling that coursed through my veins.
This steely determination that I was going to take back what was mine.
I wound myself out of my suit jacket and tossed it to the couch.
Aster throbbed.
I saw it. Felt it. The way her entire being flared. I could taste her sweet breath that ensnared me like an echo. I could feel the filaments that curled between us like silky bonds around our wrists.
I toed off my shoes, unbuttoned the cuffs of my shirt, and rolled them up my forearms. She watched the action like she was committing it to memory. Or maybe like she was going back. Back to where we belonged.
Lust battled with the anger that stroked inside me.
With the war the sight of her incited.
The truth that she was mine, but she didn’t quite know it yet.
“Come here.” It cracked through the quiet, dense air.
Air wheezed from her lungs.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” she forced out.
“Tell me you’re not aching, Aster.”
She whimpered out a frustrated laugh. “That’s the whole problem, Logan. I’ve been aching since the moment you burst back into my life, and I don’t know how to handle that.”
I saw the dread written on her face.
Her fear.
Her belief that after this, she would have to leave.
“Come here, Aster.” I said it softer that time.
I didn’t know which of us was the gravity. Which one of us compelled the other because I knew right that fucking second I would follow her anywhere.
She approached like she was walking on a sea of black ice littered with cracks, and she was afraid she might fall through.
One misstep and it would be over.