CHAPTER 37 The Arrival at Wildwoods Island

  Edmund led Angela down the steps of the jet, his grip firm and possessive on her hand. The warm breeze from the island swept over them, carrying the scent of salt and something rich and earthy. Angela's legs felt unsteady, not just from the descent but from the throbbing ache still lingering between her thighs. She stole a glance at Edmund, his expression calm and controlled, though his earlier promises still echoed in her mind.

  "You'll enjoy the island," he had said. And she believed him.

  A sleek SUV waited near the airstrip, but Angela barely registered it as Edmund opened the door for her. She was still caught in the haze of their encounter on the plane, the lingering heat of his touch, his words. He climbed in beside her, and as the driver pulled away, Edmund's hand found her thigh again, a silent reminder of the control he wielded so effortlessly.

  "Are you nervous?" His voice broke the silence, low and edged with amusement.