Page 55 of Unraveling an Enigma
I wish he would take his cap off so I can see his eyes. I’ve missed them so much the past week. “With everything that was happening, you needed Hugo by your side.”
Isaac remains quiet. His heavy breathing is audible over the rapid beating of my heart. A shiver of excitement dashes through me when he removes the cap to run his hand through his luxurious hair. My fingers itch, dying to join the party, but before they can, he puts his hat back on. I nibble on my lower lip, battling not to yank his cap back off.
My heart swells when Isaac saves my lip from my menacing teeth. My breaths become delayed when his thumb drags over my parched lips, lingering on the cupid’s bow of my top lip longer than the rest. The air turns stifling, heated by an equal amount of lust and testosterone.
When my tongue darts out to moisten my dry lips, Iaccidentlylick Isaac’s thumb. A thrill of anticipation clusters in my pussy when he sucks in a sharp breath from my frisky tease.
Acting on the prompts of my body, I sway nearer to him, craving his closeness. I’ve missed his touch so much the past week, I’m willing to put everything on the line to feel it again.
A rock settles in my stomach when he grumbles, “No, Isabelle.”
His intense glare emerging from underneath his cap makes my pussy throb, and forces a shameful moan to topple from my lips.
My horniness doubles when he mutters, “You still lied to me. Not just Friday night, but for the past month. So if I were to touch you right now, I'd spend more time punishing you in that bed than pleasing you.” His gaze lowers to the hideous bed I’m kneeling on.
My pulse thrums in anticipation as warmth slicks between my legs.I’ll take any punishment he wants to dish out if it means he will touch me again.
My thighs clash together when the most deliciously wicked smile etches onto Isaac’s sinful mouth.I really need to learn to babble more quietly.I can barely control my breaths when his eyes snap shut so he can inhale a huge whiff of air through his nostrils.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he growls. “I’ve missed that scent.”
A smile curls my lips so high, my cheekbones hurt from their quick incline. A shiver of desire scorches through me when he tilts toward my heavily panting chest. I am unable to move when the lips I can’t stop fantasizing about inch toward mine.
Just as Isaac’s perfectly carved mouth brushes my hungry lips, Hugo strolls into the room. Brandon and Hunter are closely following behind. Sensing that we have company, Isaac yanks back, leaving nothing but the smell of his expensive cologne in his wake. I try to conceal my frustration, but the smallest groan seeps from my lips.
Hugo grins. “Sorry, are we interrupting something?” he asks, fully aware that he is indeed interrupting.
My eyes narrow as my lips curl into a snarl. Hugo’s grin merges into a full-toothed smile as he continues sauntering into the room. Suddenly, all three men stop dead in their tracks halfway between the door and the springless mattress in my hideously outdated room. Hugo’s brows stitch together, Brandon swallows bleakly, and Hunter’s beard-covered mouth carves into an illustrious smirk.
My eyes shift between the three of them, striving to work out why they look petrified. When I follow the direction of their gazes, I discover the cause of their fret. Isaac’s livid glare is fixed on them. His gaze is infuriatingly angry and downright dangerous; it also makes my pussy throb.
“We’ll meet you in there,” Hugo stumbles, hooking his thumb to the room they just emerged from.
A mask of confusion slips down my face when they scurry out of the room more quickly than they entered it.
The hairs on my nape prickle when the provocative voice of Isaac purrs through my eardrums. “When you are adequately dressed, meet us next door.”
I smile, suddenly understanding the mens wish to flee. Isaac is bombarded with jealousy.
When Isaac arches a brow, waiting for me to respond, I nod. He waits a beat, appraising my face in devoted detail before doing one last brush of my lips with his thumb.
“We’ll discuss this more once we are alone,” he promises before striding to the room next to mine, not once glancing my way.
Now there is no doubt in my mind; a jealous Isaac is by far the sexiest Isaac I’ve ever seen.
Isaac
Three sets of eyes track my every move as I walk across the room. This is not uncommon. When I was younger, the attention used to bother me. I couldn’t fathom why I always gained watchful stares. Now, it is customary. Wherever I go, I acquire the attention of others. Some is unwanted, but most is a necessary requirement in my industry. The more attention I receive, the more my business ventures succeed.
I remove my cap and jacket and place them on the dilapidated two-seater table at the side of the room. The motel doesn’t appear to have been remodeled in the past three centuries, but it is the only motel in the entire town of Parkerville, so Hugo had no option but to stay here with Isabelle. It took me so long to arrive as I had to fly in the wrong direction to elude the FBI surveillance team that's been shadowing me relentlessly since my arrest.
As far as the FBI is aware, Isaac Holt is currently in deep negotiations in a pristine boardroom in New York City. No one paid any attention to the busboy leaving the restaurant after his evening shift. Not even when he jumped into a car that cost more than ten times his annual salary.
“Where are you at on tracking the source of the listening device in Isabelle’s phone?” I ask as my gaze shifts to Hunter.
“The serial number corresponds with the one Hugo got out of her phone yesterday, but it’s also untraceable.”
“I know someone who could look into it,” Brandon, who is sitting on a double bed at the side of the room, pipes up. “I just need the serial numbers.”
