Page 87 of We Are Yours
Until my mouth brushed her ear. “How about you start by asking me to get on my knees?”
“I like this version of you,” she confidently purred, eyes steady on me.
“And what version is that?”
“Free.” Staring deep into my eyes, she asked out of nowhere, “What future do you see?”
“You mean other than you and me?”
She smirked through a glossy gaze.
“Is this you or the champagne asking?”
“Both.”
“We’re back to this game again?”
“I don’t like that you can’t see a future for yourself, Julius. Especially when you deserve the best and brightest one.”
Her serious question didn’t stop me from taking in the glow of her smooth, creamy skin, or the way her hair kept falling around her face, along the rosy flush of her cheeks from the alcohol.
Something in the way she was looking at me…
The unease.
The sorrow.
The comprehension in her eyes.
That made me confess, “You’re the first and last place that’s ever felt like home to me.” Without thinking, my hands immediately traveled up the back of her thighs.
They were as soft as they were inviting.
And I knew I was done for.
“Nothing compares to you,” I vowed. Gently, my hands roamed up her bare legs, never taking my eyes off her beautiful face. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Her legs trembled.
Her body shuddered.
Her hips swayed without even realizing she was doing so.
“You’re gorgeous, Isla. You’ve really come into your own this last year and a half since we met.”
“It’s not a year and a half until next month.”
I chuckled. “Look who’s keeping track.”
“Why wouldn’t I keep track of the best and worst days of my life?” she blurted, the alcohol stripping away her filter.
“What—”
She changed the subject, flirting, “Charming as ever, I see.”
I winced, fully aware she didn’t mean to share that with me.
“Is that what you think I’m doing?” I played along. “Charming you?”
