Page 72 of Isla

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this?" he asks, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear, his touch tender.

"Probably not as long as me," I tease, the corner of my mouth pulling up.

"Bullshit. I couldn't figure out why I only seemed to be able to think with my dick until I realized."

"Until you realized what?" I ask, tracing his cheekbone with my thumb before skimming my fingertips over the short hair at the nape of his neck.

"That it's not lust."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Notjustlust," he corrects, chuckling.

"What is it then?"

"I am so fucking in love with you, Isla."

My soul breathes a sigh of relief. Everything is finally right with the world.

"Tell me you love me, too, Sunflower. That you can't imagine life without me."

I look up at the man before me, at the thorny exterior that hides the gooey center I never would have guessed was there if I hadn't given him a chance.

"Tell me you're all in," he begs, his voice husky. "I know we're a lot, I swear to god we’ll make it worth it. I need you to tell me before we make love because I know the second my cock slides into you, it's over for me."

A pulse starts between my legs, desperate for him. "I love you, Theo. And I love your brothers. I'm all in. For as long as you'll have me."

"Forever," he growls, crushing his lips to mine. His touch is wild, desperate. I meet his energy, pouring all of my feelings into this kiss, wanting to show him that I'm his until the end of time. That I'd surely die without him. My legs start slipping down his hips, my dress making it impossible to keep my grip. I kick off my shoes the second my feet are on the floor, pushing up on my tiptoes to keep his lips on mine.

"This dress has to go," he says roughly, turning me and slowly tugging down the zipper, his breathing jagged and uneven as he slides his palms up my back, nudging the dress from my shoulders. It slips over my body and puddles at my feet on the floor in a pool of emerald green. Theo's gaze trails slowly over my bare skin, blazing a trail of hunger in its wake. He reaches to unhook my bra, but I take a step back.

"Your turn," I insist, desperate to be able to run my hands over every inch of his skin, to brand him with my touch and claim him as mine. My eyes follow his hands as he moves from button to button, slowly exposing more and more of his chest until I feel like I can barely breathe. He slows once he gets to the fourth button, and I lose my patience, wrenching his shirt open, buttons popping off and rolling away across the floor as I push the fabric off his shoulders. This is what I've been waiting for: the feel of his skin beneath my fingers, muscles jumping as I drag my hands down his torso.

"Isla, if I don't get my mouth on you right this second, I may die." He picks me up and throws me onto the bed, crawling up after me, pushing my knees wide. A growl comes from deep in his throat, moisture gushing in response. He pulls my underwear to the side, licking a path up the center of my pussy, swirling his tongue around my clit.

"Fuck, Theo," I gasp, my hips jerking in response. I'm so close I swear I could get there just by him breathing on me.

"So fucking sweet," he groans, dipping a finger into me, massaging my G-spot and chuckling as my back arches.

"Theo, please."

"Tell me what you want, baby girl."

"I need you in me."

"I am in you," he reminds me, crooking his finger. I buck against him, my breath catching in my throat as his touch lights up my nerve endings.

"I need your cock in me. Now." I'm not too proud to beg. "Please, Theo."

"Not yet," he says roughly, adjusting himself in his pants.

"Why not?"

"I don't think you understand that the second my cock slides into that warm cunt, I'm done for. I won't be able to stop until I come. I have to get you there before that."

"I'll get there with you," I promise.

"There's no chance. I have maybe thirty seconds in me. I've been waiting too long for this, Isla."

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