Because living in a world where he didn’t exist had never been an option I was willing to entertain.
“Aster…”
“Please, Logan. Leave it at that. I can’t do this. Not yet.”
Logan pressed his forehead back to mine, his breaths drawn in pain. “You’re never going back there, Aster.”
“I know you want me to stay—”
“Do you want to stay? With me?” He cut me off.
“Logan.” It was torture.
“Do you?” he demanded.
Tears slipped from the edges of my eyes and into my hair. “I’ve never wanted to be anywhere but by your side.”
“Little Star.” Logan’s thumb ran the angle of my cheek.
“But I would never put you in the position—”
That time when he cut me off, he cut me off with a kiss. An earth-shattering kiss that rattled me to the core.
One that sank down deep into my bones.
Flooded cells and infiltrated marrow.
He kept himself propped on his hands and knees while he dipped down to capture my mouth, as his tongue stroked and his lips possessed.
He left a foot of space between us everywhere else.
My spirit wept in the middle of it.
Called out to his.
Begged for a way.
My hips did the same, jutting from the bed in a bid to meet with him.
He splayed his hand over my heart. Tension bound the air. A fierce intensity that refused to let me go. As if he’d called me there, and now that I’d arrived, neither of us could escape this connection that had haunted us since the day we’d met.
“Say it, Aster. Say it.”
It didn’t take a lot for the truth to scrape between my lips. “I’m yours.”
Always.
Forever.
For just a little bit of time.
And still, it wasn’t enough.
For a moment more, he kissed me, soft and slow, tender in this domination.
Then he heaved out a sigh of restraint before he slumped down onto the mattress on his side.
The man sent me a gentle smile when he pulled me against him, and he wrapped me in his arms so we were nose-to-nose, breath-to-breath.