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"Seriously?" I squeak, bouncing up and down in my chair. "So I can stop worrying?"

"Were you worrying?" Theo asks, his brow creasing.

"Of course I was worrying!"

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you the second we found out. You seemed so confident that we wouldn't have an issue, I didn't think it was keeping you up at night," Theo says, reaching over and squeezing my thigh.

"Being confident and being sure are two different things," I protest.

"True."

"Does anyone want some brownies?" Dylan asks, stacking our dishes and carrying them to the sink.

"What kind of question is that?" I laugh. "Not sure I've ever said no to a brownie in my entire life."

Dylan grins. "Fair enough. Give me about an hour."

"Come with me," Henry says, grabbing my hand and dragging me out the front door.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see." He brings me into the garage and hands me the helmet from the back of the motorcycle before swinging his leg over, his jeans stretching tight over his ass.

"Get on."

Yes. Please, sir. Instead of climbing on the back, I set the helmet down and climb onto his lap, straddling him.

"Isla–"

"Henry–" I breathe, framing his face with my hands, staring athim, drinking in his dark blue eyes, the angular planes of his face, the dimple in his chin. I'll never have any idea how I managed to make this man mine.

"Kiss me," I demand. And god, he does. There's no hesitation, only unbridled passion. He moans into my mouth, catching my bottom lip with his teeth, his hands tangling in my hair, tugging my head back to expose my throat. The softness of his lips, coupled with the roughness of his stubble, has my nerves misfiring. My breath hitches, and I go limp in his arms, sinking into him. He chuckles against my throat, raising goosebumps all over my body.

I want him.

Now.

"Patience, Isla." He reaches back for the helmet and slides it down over my head, starting the motorcycle while I hang onto him like a koala. I squeal as he pulls out of the garage and onto the road.

"We’re only going to the castle. Hang on tight."

I cling to him, pressing my chin to the outer edge of his shoulder, our bodies plastered together, making it hard to think. Hard to breathe. Once we're parked in the castle drive, he plucks off the helmet and smooths back my hair. He wraps his arms around me and stands, his height making it easy for him to throw his leg over the motorcycle and step away. He releases me slowly, groaning as I slide down his body. I try to cling to him when I feel the bulge in his pants press between my legs, but gravity insists on pulling me down. I mewl in protest, and his answering chuckle is the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

"You'll get all you want in a couple of days, baby. We need to hurry before it gets too dark."

For the first time, I notice that the sun is close to setting. I swear everything else disappears when I'm with him. All I can think about is rubbing on him like a goddamned cat. He links his fingers with mine and pulls me toward the side yard, the pink and purples of the sky reflecting on the loch. I hate to admit it, but I miss living in the castle. I don't miss the lack of privacy, but the beauty is unmatched.

"Where are we going?" I ask as he tugs me through the orchardand toward the woods. "You're not dragging me out here to murder me, are you?" I tease.

"Not when we haven't even had sex yet," he says, winking.

God, he's so fucking sexy. All I want to do is push him down on the forest floor and ride him until we both sink into oblivion. I don't care about whether it's special or romantic. I want him. All of him. Now.

Henry stops suddenly, turning toward me. "Close your eyes."

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Henry covers my eyes with his hands, shuffling me forward several yards before removing them. "You can look," he whispers, a catch in his voice like he's nervous.

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