Isla POV

I pushed my fingers through his hair, tugging gently as I kissed him. A soft, satisfied hum escaped my throat.

The kiss was warm, intoxicating and a little awkward. I lifted a brow, surprised to find I was the one leading. He was following my rhythm, letting me set the pace. The realization sent a thrill through me.

He finally found his footing. His hand slid my waist, gripping like he was afraid I'd disappear. He pulled me against him, and the armrest dug into my side-hard, uncomfortable, a sharp contrast to the softness of his lips. But I didn't care. I barely noticed.

I didn't care about...