For a moment, Jaxon pulled back, their lips parting as they both caught their breath. Isla’s eyes fluttered open, her warm gaze meeting the hunger in his.

“That was good,” Jaxon murmured, his face still inches from hers. “Your lips taste exactly how I imagined.”

Isla arched a brow. “You imagined my lips?” she asked, a shy smile playing on her face.

“And every part of you,” he admitted. “Might sound a bit mad, but it’s the truth. After last night, I ...