Page 27 of Isla

"Why are you stopping yourself?"

"Because I don't want to ruin this shaky trust we've started building between us."

"Why do you care?" I push, desperate to fight this thing pulling us together.

"Why do I care? I was a goner the first day you walked up to me with those flashing green eyes and knocked that croissant out of my mouth, Isla."

Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. I turn away from him and pull off the helmet, looking out over the sea, trying to steady myself.

"I can't stop thinking about how badly we fucked up your life and how I'm powerless to do anything about it. I stay awake every night thinking about what I could have done differently, but then I can't help but be happy because it brought us to you."

The helmet drops from my fingers as I turn toward him. I close the distance between us, not stopping to think about anything other than how badly I want to touch him. He grabs a handful of my sweatshirt and pulls my body against his.

"Tell me to stop. Tell me you hate me," he begs.

"I can't." I slide my palm over the stubble on his jaw. He closes his eyes, pushing into my touch.

"I'm bad for you, Sunflower. You need sunshine to thrive. Henry has that covered. You don't need me."

"I need the clouds that bring rain, too, Theo."

"Thank fuck." He wraps me in his arms, pulling me onto my tiptoes, his face buried in my neck. My stomach grumbles loudly, and he pulls back, looking guilty. "Come on, let's go get you some food." He picks up my helmet and slides it back over my head, then grabs my hand, fingers interlocking with mine as he pulls me toward the bike. My entire body is buzzing with adrenaline, my heart beating steadily between my legs. He puts on the spare helmet and throws his leg over the bike, motioning for me to get on behind him. I climb on, keeping some space between us. He hooks his hands under my knees,pulling me forward until I'm snug against him. I realize how much trouble I'm in when we turn out of the driveway, and every bump has me rubbing against the edge of his belt. I shift away, but the next turn has me sliding back into place.

"You okay back there?" he asks.

"No, not at all."

He pulls to the shoulder, twisting to look at me. "What's wrong?"

I clear my throat, deciding to tell the truth. "Things are–ah–rubbing."

His eyebrows shoot up. "Do you want to drive?"

"Please," I practically beg, jumping off the bike so he can scoot back. I take his place, fitting my body against his, then start the bike, pulling back onto the road. He leans forward, wrapping his arms around my middle, and that's when I feel his cock pressing into my back. I push back against him, not able to control the raw, animalistic desire coursing through my veins. His groan is barely audible over the wind, but it sends goosebumps racing over my body. I make a last-minute decision and pull into the driveway of an old abandoned farmhouse, my heart pounding in my ears.

"What are we doing?" Theo asks, looking around at our surroundings.

"I'm about to jump you and we haven't even kissed yet. So I'm going on the other side of this house to get myself off before I do something stupid. You can join me if you want." My heart lodges in my throat. What the fuck am I doing? This is insane. I set my helmet on the bike and start walking through the thick weeds toward the back of the house, his footsteps heavy behind me. Once we’re hidden from the road, I turn toward him, barely able to breathe.

"Are you real?" he asks, wonder in his eyes as he watches me lean against the side of the house, his gaze following my hand as I push it inside my sweatpants.

"Very." I close my eyes as my fingers brush my clit, a tsunami of need crashing through my system.

"Fuck, Isla."

I startle when Theo's hand slides over mine, adding pressure tomy touch. I clench my thighs around our fingers, but instead of helping me, he pulls my hand up and licks my fingers clean.

"Theo," I beg, my chest heaving. His mouth crashes against mine, our tastes mingling as he slides his tongue over my lips, and I open for him. He doesn't pull back until we're both gasping for breath.

"There. We kissed. Can I get you there now?"

"Yes," I practically sob, my entire body shaking with desire. He hauls me into his arms and carries me over to the rock wall at the back edge of the yard.

"Use this to support your weight. I don't want you to fall," he says, pushing me down so my stomach is snug against it. I can barely breathe as his thighs bump against mine, gasping as his hand snakes across my hip, over my lower stomach and between my legs.

"You're sure?" he whispers, his voice husky with need.

"Yes, Theo." I moan as his fingers cradle my clit, sliding back and forth until I'm close. He moves his hand right before I come, sliding a finger inside me, anchoring the heel of his palm over my clit.

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