Never Look Back (Redemption Hills 3)

He kept flicking his thumb over my nipple while he kissed me into a messy puddle of desire, then he licked down my neck in a low, seductive path. He nibbled and sucked at my flesh as he went.

Down, down, down until he yanked the cup of my bra away and closed his mouth over my breast.

A tiny yelp escaped, and my fingers drove into the locks of his black, thick hair.

I held on tight as he sucked and licked and stroked me into a frenzy.

He reached around and flicked the snap to my bra so he could pull it all the way off.

“Logan…Logan…please.” My body arched toward him. “Please.”

“What do you need, Aster?”

“You. I’ve always needed you.”

Since the day he’d brought the best part of me to life.

Severity flashed through his gaze. A possession so intense I felt it rumble the ground.

The man was an earthquake. A firestorm. Obliteration.

I wanted to be wrecked.

Destroyed.

For the two of us to reform and reshape as we rebuilt the pieces that had been littered between us.

I wanted to come alive under his hands and his body and his sweet, hardened heart that was littered with cracks.

I wanted to bleed into the secret places inside him that had always been reserved for me.

He slipped off the bed, and he tugged me by an ankle to the side.

“Logan.” It was a wheeze, my hips bucking a fraction.

“I know what you need, Little Star. Don’t worry, sweet girl, I’m going to give it to you.”

He tugged off my boots. One then the other. They clunked to the floor.

The air shivered and flashed.

Logan’s sexy grin went wicked when he leaned over me so he could reach the button of my jeans. He set it loose in the same second as he pressed his nose to my belly button.

He exhaled.

Flames lapped.

He kissed over my abdomen as he pulled down the zipper, whispering, “I’m going to give it to you, again and again and again. Forever, baby.”

Tremors rocked through my body as he edged back so he could peel both my jeans and underwear down my legs. “Look at you, Little Star. Fucking glorious, the only one I can see.”

I writhed, a naked, itching mess on his bed.

Those eyes grazed over every bare inch of my skin.

Etching.

Slaying.