Page 60 of Unraveling an Enigma
My eyes lift and lock with his. When I catch his gaze, I fall into the most violent, earth-shattering orgasm. Shockwaves tremble through my body, and my vision blurs when a climax shreds through me so hard and fast, I can’t withhold the screams of ecstasy tearing from my throat.
“Fuck, Isabelle,” Isaac groans before his mouth seals over mine.
He kisses me like he’s never kissed me before. Like a man starving for my taste. Like he will never get enough. I return his kiss with just as much intensity, expressing to him that I’ll never give him up. I’ll fight for him and us until my very last breath.
When Isaac pulls his torturous lips away from mine, the frantic pace of his pumps slow. Feeling his commanding eyes demanding my attention, I lift my eyes to his. The familiar tightening of my coil rapidly builds again in my womb. My next impending orgasm spurred on by the dominating gaze reflecting from his beautiful gaze.
“I’m yours. I’ve always been yours,” I say in a breathless murmur, intuiting the gleam brightening his dark gaze.
Isaac groans a sexy-as-sin growl that vibrates through my body. His pupils dilate as the most knee-clanging, seductive smile stretches across his face. It isn’t a smirk. It’s a genuine smile that wipes away every bad thing that's happened between us the past two weeks.
A second climax rockets through my body like fireworks exploding in the sky when the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen flashes before my eyes. There is nothing more captivating in the world than the strikingly gorgeous face of Isaac Holt during ecstasy.
Isaac
“Idon’t care what you have to do, Regan, I want it squashed,” I growl angrily down the phone.
Regan sighs. “Okay, I’ll do my best.”
“Good. I won’t be back in town until Monday afternoon. I won’t have any cell reception from midday today. So, if you need me, you will need to contact Hunter or Hugo,” I instruct, my voice rough from only waking up thirty minutes ago.
“I won’t need to see you before then. Unlike you, some of us do like to have a weekend off,” Regan replies brashly. “I’ll meet you at your office Tuesday morning with my findings.”
After finalizing my call, I place my untraceable cell phone into the breast pocket of my suit. Only now am I grateful Catherine insisted she pack me an overnight bag before I left the hospital yesterday afternoon. Pacing closer to the open window of Isabelle’s dirty motel room, my gaze catches sight of the sun rising over the flat, barren horizon. The town of Parkerville would be best described as a dump. It has one main street with more closed shops than open. The land is unusable, and the facilities in the township are less than stellar. I’ll be grateful when I can pack Isabelle into my car and leave this wretched town for good, but first, I need to return with Hugo and Hunter to Megan’s family residence. I don’t know what it is, perhaps my intuition, but I can’t shake the feeling there is something more to Megan’s story than what has so far been unearthed.
My lips curl when the husky mumble of, “What time is it?” comes tumbling out of a pouty mouth that took me to the brink three times last night.
I did have every intention of fucking Isabelle hard and fast so she could get some rest, but she altered the course of my moral compass when she dropped to her knees and devoured my cock like she has never been fed. All my good intentions were left for dead the instant her velvety tongue licked the crown of my cock.
Spinning around, my eyes widen when they're rewarded with the visual of Isabelle yawning and stretching her arms above her head. Her dynamic stretch has the shirt I discarded on the bathroom floor last night riding up high to expose inches of the luscious skin on her smooth thighs. Her hair is a tangled mess, her face is void of any makeup, and she looks exhausted, but she is still one of the most ravishing women I’ve ever laid my eyes on.
Her eyes wander over my body before flicking to the alarm clock that displays it is a little after 7 AM.
“Life isn’t fair,” she harrumphs before flopping onto the lumpy mattress that kept me awake half the night. “How come you get to wake up looking like that.” She throws an arm my way, “and I wake up looking like this,” she gestures her spare hand down her luscious body.
A chuckle escapes my lips as I stride toward her. Since the room is so small, it only takes a few lengthened steps for me to reach the bed. Isabelle is lying flat on her back with her forearm covering her exquisite eyes. The hairs on her arm bristle when I glide my index finger along it. Her mouth curves into a grin before she peers at me from behind her arm.
“Three times in the one night still not enough to satisfy your appetite?” she asks, her voice a seductive purr that has my cock stiffening even more.
A broad smirk stretches across my face. I don’t need to answer Isabelle’s question. She is acutely aware of my answer when her gaze locks in on the crotch of my trousers, which is struggling to contain my erection. Her teeth munch on her bottom lip as her eyes drift over my suit-covered torso before glancing into my eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that, Isabelle,” I demand, my tone low.
Her teeth graze along her bottom lip as she relinquishes it from their gentle nibbles. Her pupils dilate as her tongue darts out to replenish her dry lips. Isabelle knows her eyes and lips are my eternal weakness, so she is using them to her advantage this morning.
Her breathing shallows when I crouch down next to the bed and tilt my head closer to her. Her beautiful scent infuses the air surrounding me. “If Hugo wasn't outside that door waiting for us, I'd be making your pay for that tease.” I lick the shell of her earlobe.
A jolting shiver races through her body before her eyes snap to the open interconnecting door between our room and Hugo’s. “Give me five minutes, then I’ll be ready to go,” she advises, jumping up out of bed and scurrying to the tiny bathroom.
Suddenly, she pivots around to face me. The biggest smile stretches across her adorable face as she rushes back to me. She places her hands on each side of my cheeks before staring lovingly into my eyes. “Good morning,” she whispers, her voice husky.
Any response that might seep from my lips is halted when she presses her mouth to mine. A low growl rumbles up my throat when she fails to open her mouth at the request of my lashing tongue.
“No,” she murmurs against my lips. “Or I’ll never want to leave this room.”
With that, she spins on her heels and skips to the bathroom.
“Isabelle,” I grumble, my voice rough and sharp. She freezes halfway between me and the bathroom door before she turns around to face me.
