I felt it when he came. When his bliss was mine. When every muscle in his gorgeous body tensed and he let go.
A guttural moan ripped up his throat as he poured into me.
Pleasure pulled every muscle in his chest and abdomen taut.
“Fuck, so good. So good,” he muttered incoherently before he slumped forward.
Pants jetted from my mouth, and every fiber in my being vibrated with aftershocks.
It was a feeling that went bone deep.
Satisfaction.
Contentment.
This man who was everything.
How could I ever have believed otherwise?
Those arms wound around me, and his nose ran up my cheek until his mouth was at my ear. “You might be mine, but you, Little Star, own me.”
THIRTY
LOGAN
I brushedthe hair from her face as she lay on her side staring at me.
Fire-agate eyes glowed in a slow simmer. Coals that glinted. This girl who’d thawed my frozen heart from the inside out.
I didn’t think I’d felt more content, so at peace, than right then.
It might have been a bit illogical considering this girl was a boatload of trouble.
She’d always been.
And she’d always been worth it.
We floated in that peace, like we were back out under the stars in Los Angeles, held by their secret cover. By the sounds of the night and the whisper of the darkness.
I thought maybe our minds needed a minute to catch up to the place our spirits and bodies had gone, except I was sure my mind had known it all along.
There was a part of me that had to wonder if I’d always known we’d catch up to this day.
That it was always going to be her and me.
“There is no better place in this world than being in you,” I finally murmured as I let my fingertips brush along the ridge of her mouth.
A breathy giggle rippled from between her swollen, plump lips, Aster’s breath kissing my skin as she gazed at me like she’d found her way home. “And how do you know that, Logan Lawson? I’m pretty sure you haven’t visitedevery place.”
She drew out the last, pure suggestion.
A tease and a play.
Joy rumbled in my spirit, and a grin split my face. Her mood was so light she might as well have been high. The girl was still soaring somewhere in the heavens where only this kind of pleasure could exist.
“Oh, I’m well-traveled.” Playfulness weaved into my response.
“Is that so?”