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"Yes. I don't think I've ever meant anything more in my entire life."

"Thank fuck," he sighs. Pulling me closer, he pushes his hand into my hair, tilting my head to get the perfect angle. His lips are soft, his tongue like velvet. He stands suddenly, wrapping my legs around his waist and carrying me to the bedroom. "This bed isn't nearly big enough for what I want to do to you," he grumbles, glaring at the tiny twin mattress.

"It's this or going back to the house with your brothers. Your call."

"Hell no. I don't want to be anywhere near them tonight. This is you and me, Isla."

"You and me," I echo, tracing his jawline with my fingers. He walks to the end of the bed and sets me in the middle, pushing me back onto the pillows. I take a shuddering breath as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pajama pants and pulls them off, dropping them on the floor.

"Now you," I whisper, my voice trembling. He takes a step back and pushes his sweatpants down, stepping out of them and then standing there, both of us staring at each other in complete and utter awe.

"Are you real?" he asks, his voice cracking. “Isthisreal?”

I climb off the bed and take his hand, pressing his palm against my heart. I lift my hand and do the same to him, and we stand there, our hearts racing, barely breathing.

"God, I love you," he chokes out, cupping my face between his hands, kissing me like he's been waiting for this moment his entire life.

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*Dylan POV*

"I love you, too, Dylan,” Isla whispers, her voice cracking.

Her heart is galloping like a wild mustang beneath my fingers. She looks up at me, wonder rippling through pools of deep emerald green. My breath catches in my throat, the beauty of this moment tearing me wide open. I cup her face, tracing her freckles with my thumb. How can any of this be real? She blinks, a solitary tear running down her cheek. I catch the salty drop with my tongue, palming the back of her neck and pulling her to me, crushing my mouth to hers. She pushes up onto her toes, her kiss echoing my desperate hunger. I walk her backward toward the bed, gently laying her down. Her shy smile is a balm for my soul, nourishing parts of me I didn't know existed until I met her. Reaching up, she pulls me down on top of her, our bodies fitting together like we were molded by the same hands. Created for each other. She feels so soft and delicate beneath me that I'm scared I'm going to crush her. I try to move my weight onto my knees, but she wraps her legs around my waist, holding me in place.

"I'm going to hurt you, Isla," I protest, planting my elbows on either side of her head.

"You're not. I promise," she murmurs, rocking her hips against me.

I look down at this creature that has captured my heart. Flaming hair. Ruddy cheeks. Swollen lips. Heavy lids concealing the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. "I don't know what I did in a past life to get to this moment, but it must have been something fucking amazing."

"Maybe we find each other in every life," she muses, running her fingertips over my cheek.

"I hope so," I whisper, emotion choking me. Sliding her hand into my hair, she pulls my head down, our lips locking together, her tongue sliding slowly over mine. I realize in that moment that even if we spend every day of the rest of our lives in each other's arms, it will never be enough. I kiss the freckle on the right side of her top lip, connecting the dots over her jaw and down her neck.

"My last test came back clear and I’m on the pill," she breathes, her back bowing as I drag my tongue down her sternum.

"Mine as well, but it's your body, Isla. It’s your call to make."

"I want you in me. Now." Our gazes lock, something words could never express passing between us. I kiss both of her nipples before pushing back onto my knees, her legs falling open on either side of me. She's so fucking gorgeous. Milky white breasts with a smattering of freckles that lead the way to the dusky rose of her nipples. I follow the curve of her waist with my hands, the outward sweep of her hips. I pull her toward me so her ass is on my lap, my cock millimeters from her core. I want to bury myself inside her, lose myself in her warmth, but at the same time, I never want this moment to end. I slide my hands up her thighs, her skin velvety soft beneath the roughness of my palms. Goosebumps race over her skin, drawing her nipples tight.

''You're so goddamned beautiful it hurts to look at you," I rasp, my heart thudding in my chest as I sweep my thumbs over her inner thighs.

"Dylan," she groans, digging her heels into the bed, lifting her pelvis toward me. I massage her thighs, coming closer to her center with every pass. I don't stop until her pussy is weeping for me. I press my thumb against her clit, my cock jumping at the sound she makes. I drag my finger down through her desire, pushing into her, fucking her. Her eyes flutter closed, and she squeezes around me like a vise, rocking her hips.

"Fucking hell, Isla," I groan, wiping my finger on my cock before taking it in my fist and dragging it down her slit, getting it wet before sliding it back and forth over the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

"Now, Dylan." She opens her eyes, trapping me in her gaze. I can't resist the call of her body any longer. I keep eye contact as I lean over her, my cock naturally lining up with her body, nudging at her entrance as she locks her legs around me. Time slows, every heartbeat feeling like an eternity, but even that isn't long enough.

"Don't look away, love," I whisper, holding her gaze as I sink into her, not stopping until our bodies are flush, watching the ecstasy ignite behind her eyes. It's a perfect fit, so perfect I have to distract myself from it. I drop my head to her shoulder, breathing hard.

"What are you thinking about?" she asks, immediately picking up on my predicament.

"The steps to making bagels," I confess, chuckling. She laughs, her pussy squeezing my cock, and I groan, clenching my jaw, refusing to ruin this.

"Sorry," she gasps, snorting as she tries to hide her laughter. She wipes tears from those sparkling eyes, her entire face lit up. "What's the first step?" she asks, biting her lip to try to stop herself from smiling.

"First, you stir sugar and yeast into warm water to encourage the yeast to bloom," I murmur, slowly sliding in and out of her.

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