Page 65 of Isla

"Isla, this is dangerous territory," he warns, his eyes dark, the tip of his tongue sliding over his lips.

I bite my lip to keep in a whimper, making quick work of his belt and pants, pushing them down past his ass and letting them fall to the floor. I skim my pinky along the waistband of his boxers, and he locks his fingers around my wrists, forcing my hands above my head.

"Good things come to those that wait, Sunflower."

"Is that a promise?"

"You know the answer to that," he chastises. "As long as my heart is beating, I promise I will want to ravish you until you don't remember your own name. Even when we're both ninety and can barely walk."

"Oh, God. That's terrifying."

"We'll be the luckiest men alive to grow old with you, Isla.”

"Even when I'm tucking my tits into my pants?"

"Especially then." He winks, chuckling as he releases me and pulls on the dress pants.

"Even when my freckles have turned to age spots?"

"Nothing could make me love you less, Isla." His voice is confident, sure. Like this is something that he's considered before.

My heartbeat thunders in my ears. Love. He loves me.

"Do you mean that?"

"I've never meant anything more in my entire life."

I close the distance between us, rushing into his arms. He catches me easily, spinning me around, our lips meeting like waves crashing against the shore. Rough. Electric. Inevitable.

I cradle his face in my hands, pulling back, losing myself in his eyes. "I love you too, Theo."

"Thank fuck," he breathes, the relief in his eyes making me giggle.

"Were you that worried?"

"You would be too if you were in my position, Sunflower."

I push out my bottom lip, stepping back to give him room to shrug on his shirt, sad that he's covering those glorious muscles.

"I'll do better," I promise.

"I like you just the way you are, Isla. Never change for anybody. I like the challenge." He flips up his collar, sliding a tie around his neck. “Will you tie this for me?"

I take my time tying the knot, enjoying the intimacy, my body humming. I glance up at him, my gaze narrowing on how his teeth are sunk into his bottom lip. God, those lips. Heat flares between my legs when I think about all the places those lips have been.

"If we don't leave the room now, I'm going to lock you in here and take advantage of you for the next 36 hours." I whisper, straightening his tie and stepping away from him, fanning myself with the schedule.

"I thought our escapades in the greenhouse would take the edge off a little."

"It did the opposite of that. All I can think about is how badly I want you inside me."

"God, Isla. You can't say stuff like that." He adjusts himself, trying to hide his desire.

"Theo—"

"I want this experience with you, Isla. I want to look back on this day and remember how perfect it was. I won't waste this opportunity by staying in the bedroom the whole time."

"You think that would be a waste?" I ask, slightly offended. I turn and look out the window as he puts on his shoes.

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