“I think I’d findheranywhere,” he murmured, turning his gaze on her.
Redness flashed on her cheeks, and she peeked his way.
The air shifted.
Flames raced over his skin.
Because Aster crawled to her knees and eased over to straddle his legs.
He sucked for a breath.
Inhaled too deep.
Hyacinth and magnolia leaves.
She touched his chest over his shirt, where it pounded out of time.
Her expression turned to awe.
He took her precious face in both his hands.
Agate eyes flashed and danced.
Sparked and begged.
Their connection fierce and unseen.
“Little Star,” he whispered.
Then he kissed her.
Kissed her soft and slow.
And he knew she was worth any amount of trouble she might bring.
NINETEEN
ASTER
“What did Dominic say?”I whispered as I glanced out into the hall to make sure it was clear before I clicked my bedroom door shut.
Taylor’s voice was held, too. “He scoped out your house. Jarek is definitely not there.”
I blew out a heavy sigh. I could certainly attest to that.
He was here.
Lurking.
Watching.
Waiting.
“But of course, the prick has someone posted there. Sketchy much?” She scoffed it.
I almost laughed. “Taylor, Jarek is the definition of sketchy.”
“Um, he’s the definition of a lot of things. Skeezeball. Douchemonger. Fuckface. Shall I go on?Shudder.”