Page 79 of Bound to You

“Ugh, she’s such an angel.”

“Hey, it was my idea. Where’s my credit?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby.” The insincere apology is followed up by her climbing into my arms. “Thank you.” She kisses me again, and again my dick comes to attention far too easily.

I spin around placing her on the counter before grabbing a strawberry tart and shoving it in her mouth before we get carried away.

I’m so addicted to her I can’t keep my hands off of her for a second, and I love knowing she’s just as hooked as I am. But food will always win her heart and distract her mind.

“Mmm, so good,” she mumbles, with her mouth completely full.

“Yeah?” I laugh. This girl would eat double her weight in baked goods if she could. It’s surprising she’s not a better baker considering her love for the end result.

We tried to make cookies last week, but when the mixture didn’t exactly look like the picture, she gave up, nearly crying at her failed attempt. She was so upset that I had to distract her with something that she is very,verygood at.

The sandwich press clicks from behind me reminding me that it’s even on. I lift the lid, filling the apartment with the smell of the warm bread.

“There’s more?” she asks.

“Extra carbs, remember?”

I plate up the panino and slide it over to her.

“This looks delicious.” Her mouth is nearly watering. She takes a big bite out of the side. “Mmm.”

I chuckle. She almost makes the same noises when she eats that she does when I’m inside of her.

I should tell her now, but part of me doesn’t want to scare her away. How I feel about Isla isn’t like anything I’ve felt for anyone before.

“So,” she starts, interrupting my overthinking. “I was thinking…”

“Yeah?”

“I might go down to Nora’s today, work on something new.”

“Oh really?” I ask.

“Mmhm.” She takes another bite of her sandwich.

“Okay,” I say, making out as if this is a casual thing. Like she hasn’t been building up to this since she got here two months ago. I can’t wait to see what she creates. “You want me to walk you down?”

“It’s okay, I think I might take a bike.” She smiles up at me and my heart melts.

Everything she does absolutely enraptures me. She owns me and she doesn’t even know it, but now isn’t the time to tell her. She is finally going to the studio; I don’t want to do anything to throw her off.

She rinses her plate and slips her shoes on before making her way over to the elevator.

“Here,” I grab another tart from the plate shoving it in a paper bag before I join her at the elevator. “One for the road.”

She rises up on her toes, pressing a loving kiss to my lips. “One for the road.”

chapter thirty-three

ISLA

I leanmy bike up against the blush building just next to Nora’s studio. I don’t have a lock for it, but this isn’t the kind of place where you need to lock up your valuables.

The ride here was peaceful, quiet as I made my way down the hill past the grassy fields. The acres of long grass covered in a glittering haze as the sun climbed higher in the sky, slowly waking up.

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