Page 73 of Unraveling an Enigma
He rests his forehead on mine. The uniqueness of his eyes hits me full force from this closeness. “Trust me, Isabelle,” he requests, his tone indicating his statement is a plea, not a demand. “I will tell you everything when I can,” he confirms, lessening the dread tugging at my heartstrings.
I nod. The vibe immediately changes from my submissive response. A heart-fluttering smirk curves on Isaac’s mouth.
“You do realize that one day, I’ll be strong enough to fight my attraction to you that renders me senseless, so you won’t be able to hold it against me anymore.” I glance into his beautiful eyes.
“No, you won’t,” he responds with his brow curved. “Just like me hearing those three little words coming out of your mouth. It will always take my breath away. It will never get old.”
I think my heart just burst.
I cup his jaw and kiss him gently, relaying the effect his words had on me. My heart swells even more when he lets me guide the pace of our kiss. That is a huge step for a man as dominate as Isaac.
When I pull away from our embrace, I'm breathless and giddy, emotionally high from the raw passion displayed in our kiss. Isaac gathers my hands from his jawline and tenderly kisses each palm before placing them over the top of his heart.
Now I'm certain my heart has burst.
We stand across from each other in silence, no words needed to express our strange kinship. I never used to believe in soul mates, but as I stand across from Isaac now, all my viewpoints are being proven wrong.
The loud clap of thunder rumbling through the dark sky interrupts our love-filled stare-down. My frightened eyes lift to the clouds forming at a rapid pace. The sky is so dark it seems like it is later in the day than it actually is. My eyes lower to Isaac before turning to gawk at the car he just uncovered.
I shake like a leaf when my gaze roams over the classic-looking convertible with its soft top down. It is dark blue in color and has light blue leather seats. It reminds me of a car James Bond would drive.
My eyes dart back to Isaac. “Can we put the top up before we leave?” My voice is shuddering with nerves.
Isaac smirks a delicious smile before he shakes his head. “You can’t drive a classic with the top up,” he says as his heavy-hooded gaze admiringly roams his car. His eyes have the same glimmer in them that Hugo’s did when he told me all about hisbaby.
“Is this your baby?” I ask, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Isaac nods. “A 1963 Aston Martin DB5.” His voice is a little higher than usual as his fondness for his car filters through his tone.
He runs his hand along the curved front fender. My lip drops in jealousy from the love he displays his car.
His eyes lift from the shiny, silver-spoked wheels to me. “She rides me nearly as good as you do, Baby.”
My knees crash together.
He snickers at my reaction, loving the heat on my cheeks. “Come on. Let me take you for a ride,” he purrs, opening the passenger door.
* * *
The wind blows through my hair as Isaac maneuvers his car through the winding roads at the foothills of the mountain. Thankfully, the longer we drive, the lighter the storm clouds become. Isaac’s concentration is focused on the road, but I catch him occasionally glancing my way. The broad smile etched on his mouth has remained in place the past hour. He is in his element. I love having the opportunity to witness all sides of Isaac.
I grip his trouser-covered thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. His muscles bunch from my meager touch. I smile, pleased my simplest touch can spark a reaction out of him.
When we arrive at the street my apartment building is located, my hair is blown out, and my cheeks are flushed from the fresh wind, but nothing can dampen the broad smile stretched across my face. Sitting in a classic car with a handsome specimen of a man in the driver’s seat has made me feel like Hollywood royalty. Like Frank Sinatra and Ava Gardner undertaking a leisurely Monday afternoon drive.
Isaac slows his speed before leaning over to remove a baseball cap and a pair of aviator sunglasses from the glove compartment.
“Hugo is waiting for you in your apartment. I’ll be back tonight,” he advises, pulling into the underground garage of my building with his disguise firmly in place.
He pulls into the manager’s parking space at the front of the elevator banks. Even though I can’t see his eyes through the mirrored glasses, I can feel their heat studying my face.
“I’ll see you tonight.” I lean over to place a kiss on his lips. “I love you.”
He seizes my wrist and raises it to his lips. After kissing my palm, he places it on his chest. My chest puffs high to accommodate my swollen heart.
“Bye.” I climb out of the car and pace to the elevators.
The flash of a sexy-as-sin smirk is the last thing I see when the elevator doors snap shut. A girlie, immature squeal echoes around the interior of the elevator as my insides dance in euphoria. I catch my gaze in the mirrored wall. My pupils are wide, open and bright, making my brown eyes appear darker than normal. My cheeks are flushed with a vivid glow, giving me an illuminating roused appearance. These are all signs of a person in love. And for the first time ever, this look belongs on my face.
