Chapter 27- Isla POV

After that exchange in his office, a knot had formed in my core, aching for his touch.

“To the point, you can’t walk for a week” his words filtered through my mind.

Every last fantasy I have had about that chiseled greek god played out in my mind as I stepped into the shower in the bedroom.

I don’t think he’d mind finding me in here, in fact, I hope he does. I want him to claim me, I want to bare his mark on my neck. Sure I could come right out and say it, but with all the sexual tension that has been building between us, why not make him work for it?

Tilting my head back and letting the warm water consume me, I let out a giant exhale. I think back to the other night with Tate. How that seemed like a lifetime ago. I’d let my first time be nothing special, but a hot and heavy hookup outside a club. I still can’t believe I fucked him in a patio chair….

Tonight will be special. I want the first time with my mate to be the only time I remember. I want the slow burn. A slow burn with