She only had two weeks left on the island; she hadn't even known him for two weeks. She shouldn't be feeling like this so early in the relationship but she'd never felt like this about anyone before, and she never would again. This was a once in a lifetime experience, and it was hers. It seemed too good to be true, and though she was terrified of what would happen in two weeks, she was going to enjoy every second of the rest of the time they were together.
The amount of emotion in Emma's eyes robbed him of his breath. The setting sun shimmered in her hair and caused her hazel eyes to turn the color of cat's eyes. Watching her, he no longer held any doubt about what she was to him, and he wanted nothing more than to have her by his side for eternity.
He wasn't sure she would still be standing next to him if she knew half the thoughts running through his mind. And just how was he supposed to break the news to her? His mother almost left his father, and they dated for a good month longer than he and Emma. He wouldn't blame her if she went screaming into the night and never looked back, but tonight wasn't the night to dwell on it.
Tonight was just for them, and hopefully, a good way to help her forget about her asshole ex-boyfriend, who was already as good as dead in his mind.
"This is amazing," Emma whispered. He smiled at her as he took her elbow and walked her over to the table. Pulling out a chair, he waited for her to sit before pushing it in. The heat of his body burned into hers as he leaned forward to light the candle before her.
"I thought a light salad and some chicken would be good," he told her.
"You cooked?"
He chuckled as he bent to kiss her cheek. "There are some things even I can't do. I am good at ordering out though."
"So am I," she told him as she unfolded the napkin and placed it on her lap. He went back inside and came out with two small bowls of salad. "Where are Isabelle and Stefan?"
"Stefan was kind enough to pack up my sister and take her over to St. George's for the night," he answered. "They won't be back until tomorrow night."
Warmth spread through her, the beat of her heart picked up as excitement trickled through her. She was hungry before they sat down, but her appetite vanished at the realization they had this whole place to themselves. Lifting the fork, she forced herself to take a bite of the crisp salad sprinkled with fruits, nuts, and cheese.
They became so engrossed in conversation, she didn't realize she’d finished her salad until he took the bowl away and brought out two plates of chicken. "This is delicious," she told him.
"I'll be sure to pass on your appreciation," he told her as he leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head. He enjoyed watching the rise and fall of her chest against the bodice of her dress. The swell of her breasts was barely visible above the neckline, but even still, he longed to trace his fingers over the bared flesh, to feel it beneath him and to run his tongue over it. He was getting an erection just thinking about it as she ate.
His eyes were almost predatory as he watched her finish off the last of her dinner. She was finding it difficult to breathe as she placed her fork down and folded her hands in her lap. "Would you like some dessert?" he inquired.
Before she could think, a single word popped out of her mouth, "You."
She'd never been so brazen before, but something about this man made her completely forget any inhibitions. His eyes darkened, and his nostrils flared as he rose swiftly from his chair. Emma was uncertain of his intentions as she watched his lithe movements; he grabbed their plates and returned to the house with them. Excitement pulsed through her; her throat was dry as she waited for him to come back.
If she hadn't seen him reemerge from inside, she wouldn’t have known he was there as he glided silently over to her. He pulled her chair back and held his hand out to her. Emma slid her hand into his and allowed him to help her to her feet. Leaning over, he blew out the candle before turning back to her. "All you had to do was say so," he murmured.
Those words caused her heart to slam against her chest as he reached for the knot of hair resting against her neck. His eyes burned into hers as his fingers nimbly pulled the pins from her hair. His gaze was admiring as his fingers slid through it and he let it tumble around her shoulders.
His hands slid over her bare shoulders and down over her ribcage. He could feel and hear the rapid beat of her pulse as it rushed through her veins. Both pricked his appetite but not enough to douse the lust pulsing through him. His dick was so fucking hard he thought it might burst right out of his pants if he didn't get them off soon, but he intended to go slow and savor every inch of her body.
His hands slid over her thighs as he began to push her dress upward to bare her lacy black panties, flat stomach, and matching, black strapless bra. Her arms rose so he could tug the dress over her head. The color of the bra and panties emphasized
