Heart in my throat, I peeked at Aster. She itched on the leather seat. Her face was flushed from the cold, and her skin was hot from what had gone down in the alley.
She was so goddamn perfect in my eyes.
A dream.
My purpose.
My reason.
The only destination I’d ever wanted to seek.
“I’ll do anything for you, Aster.” It left me as a low threat.
The lengths I would go.
Fuck any consequence.
Tension bound. Built and shuddered and blew.
She writhed where she sat, angling to the side as her heart thundered in the space. “And I’ll give you everything I have.”
I wanted to possess it.
Take it.
My car skidded around the sharp turn I took, and I gunned it, flying down the road.
I glanced at her, and Aster stared back at me with giant, awestruck eyes.
Molten.
Lava that rushed, consuming every part of me in its path.
Energy pulsed.
A shockwave between us.
A coming storm that neither of us could avoid.
“Do you want it, Logan?” she asked, her voice a rough scrape that blistered over my skin as she reached out with her shaking hand and ran her fingertips down the edge of my face. “Do you want it?”
I gripped her hand and frantically pressed the back of it to my mouth. “I want it all, Aster. I never stopped.”
I whipped into the drive of my building, quick to push the button to lift the gate.
The afternoon light dimmed to shadows when I drove into the basement and swung into my spot.
Killing the engine, I turned to face her. I did my best to keep my cool when possession burned a hole through the center of my chest. I framed her face with my hands and tugged her so close our lips nearly touched.
“I’m not ever fucking letting you go. Do you understand, Aster? Do you understand what that means?”
It came out low and thin, close to a warning.
Because I knew we were at a crossroads.
That once we got out of this car, nothing was going to be the same.
“I understand,” she whispered.