“Fuck,” she dropped her head back against the pillow.

“Look at me,” he said again.

She lifted her head in frustration.

“Give me more time.”

“Ugh. Yes. Fine. Whatever.”

“For as long as you’re on this island, you’re mine.” His hands tightened on her hips and ass. “Say it, Remi. Promise me.”

She bit her lip. She didn’t want to make this promise. He’d hold her to it. And that would put him in danger. Unless she left.

One of his hands found her breast, fingers tugging restlessly on her nipple. “Promise me,” he demanded, his delicious, talented finger probing her entrance.

Desperate, needy, and maybe in her deepest recesses, there was a part of her that wanted to make this promise to him. She cracked. “Yes. Fine. As long as I’m on this island.”

“Finish it,” he said, sliding only the first inch of two fingers into her.

“I’m yours,” she breathed.

He sank his fingers into her and crawled up her body while they pumped in and out of her. “Good girl,” he whispered against her ear before nipping it.

What did it say about her that she fucking loved it when he said those words to her? She’d worry about that later. After another orgasm.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked harshly.

She nodded.

“I’m asking because I’ve got a condom in my wallet wherever my pants are, but there’s nothing that I want more than to feel you from the inside with nothing between us. I haven’t been with anyone since…in a long time. If you have any sense, you should say no.”

She felt the weight of his body on hers, felt it anchoring her onto the mattress. Like it was the rightest thing in the world to have his weight on her.

“Good thing I’ve got no sense,” she whispered.

He closed his eyes and dipped his forehead to hers. “Baby,” he breathed. “Don’t give that to me just because I asked. Just because I’ve got my fingers in you.”

“Then take your fingers out,” Remi ordered.

On a groan, he slid them out. She watched in wide-eyed fascination as he fed them between his own lips to taste her again like she was some kind of expensive dessert.

“I want that, Brick. I’ve never done that with anyone. I want it to be you. I want to feel you. Please give me this.”

“You are a fucking dream,” he whispered fervently.

“Just one thing,” she said as he took his shaft in his hand and lined the thick tip up against her entrance like a kiss, a promise. It was enough to make her lose her train of thought.

“What one thing?” he asked gruffly. His chest hair tickled her breasts as he inhaled.

“If you try to hold back on me, I will knee you in the balls and then get myself off while I make you watch,” she warned him.

He grinned. An honest-to-god evil smile. “You’re going to be the death of me.”