Page 48 of Enigma: The Final Chapter
“Come on, Izzy, one dance. We won’t even get sand between our toes this time.” Colby steps in the way of my view of Isaac to offer me the crook of his arm. “I’ll even keep my hands above your waist at all times.”
I smile, remembering the fun day we spent together at his beachside residence months ago. With that in mind, I raise my finger into the air. “One dance, but if your hands go anywhere near my ass, I’ll be forced to retaliate.”
He gasps, faking virtue. It isn’t a feature he can pull off. Giggling, I loop my arm around his before walking to the makeshift dance floor on the edge of the space. It’s surprisingly bustling with a few dozen people eager to burn off the calories in the spiked punch.
Any awkward too-close-for-comfort feelings are avoided, more due to the music having a club vibe than a gala event. Colby also maintains an appropriate distance, more than happy to let his impressive dance swoon every single lady in the vicinity.
Not long after, we’re joined by Harlow, Cormack, and Cate. We bob and weave around the dancefloor dancing like our veins are primed with more than one shot of tequila. The air soon becomes sticky with muggy dampness since the air conditioning can’t accommodate so many people in the one space.
While lifting my sweat-drenched hair off my neck, I scan the area seeking Isaac. I sense his presence before I see him. The air in my lungs tapers out slowly as the hairs on my nape prickle. All the fibers in my body magnetize when his arms curl around my waist, and he crowds his body to my back. I lean into him deeper before cranking my neck up to glance at him. I'm taken back when his gaze doesn’t reflect the jealousy I was anticipating. All I see is hunger, and it isn’t a hankering for food.
Energy surges through my body, enticed by the beat of the music and the seductive dance moves of Isaac. Sweat mists my body, making me a hot, sticky mess, but I love every second of it. My excitement intensifies when I catch sight of Hugo dancing with Peta. I rib Isaac with my elbow before motioning my head toward Hugo. A grin forms on his mouth before his gaze shifts down to me. When I twirl around, wanting to dance with him face to face, the heat in the room reaches roasting point. Having his handsome face so close is almost too much.
We dance in our own little bubble since no one is brave enough to risk elbowing a man with a fierce reputation like Isaac’s. It increases the intimacy between us, making it as electric as when we dance beneath the sheets.
As the club hits boom out of the speakers, Isaac and I get closer and closer. When I sling my arms around his neck, he cups my ass cheeks and pulls me flush against him. Our dance moves become more provocative—daring. My boldness is enticed by the rock beneath his zipper. We're dressed like we're attending a ritzy event, but we're sweaty and grinding against each other like horny teenagers in a gritty nightclub.
He grinds his erection against me, knowing there's only the smallest scrap of lace between him and my bare sex. He suffocates the moans vibrating my lips with his salivating mouth. His tongue makes love to my mouth in rhythm to the music thumping around us. I drink him in, absorbing and cherishing every plunge of his tongue, nip of his teeth, and the delicious taste of his lips.
By the time he pulls back, my head is spinning, blitzed by his intoxicating kiss. “Are you ready to go? Or do you want to stay a little longer?”
I grab the lapels of his jacket to tug him closer. “Take me home.Afterwe christen the backseat of the stretch limousine.”
He smirks a devilishly wicked smile that has my insides quivering in anticipation.
Chapter 20
Isabelle
Ipress my thighs together, vainly striving to simmer the intense pulse between my legs as Isaac secures the privacy partition of the limousine into place. Once it’s locked in, he begins unknotting my favorite tie. The air in my lungs snags when his darkened gaze strays to mine. Gone is the caring, devoted fiancé who was wining and dining our friends earlier this evening, replaced by the dominant lover who not only governs his empire with notable command but also rules my body with the same amount of authority.
“Take your dress off but leave your shoes on.”
With shaking hands, I do as requested with ease due to the additional room in the stretch limousine. Isaac’s eyes remain fixed on mine as he undoes his cufflinks and removes his suit jacket. My nipples tighten when he leisurely unbuttons his white dress shirt, revealing his smooth, tanned skin.
Once his shirt is removed, he slides across the bench seat until our thighs are butted against each other. His pupils are massive, and his trousers are struggling to contain his mouth-watering erection. “Lace your fingers together.”
Pleasure glides through me, tightening my nipples more when he binds my hands with his dark blue tie.
“If this becomes too much, you say the word, and I’ll stop.”
“Like a safe word?” I ask when I remember all the books I’ve read over the years about needing a safe word when you're doing bondage and submission.
“No, Isabelle. If you want me to stop, ask me to stop, and I’ll stop.” His dark eyes lock on mine. “No safe words required. Okay?”
I lick my scorched lips that dried from his heated gaze. “Okay.”
His seductive smirk has my insides purring.
“Scoot halfway down the bench, lie down, then raise your arms above your head.”
My damp skin clings to the leather seat when I move into the position he’s requesting. My breasts thrust high when I raise my arms above my head. When he crouches onto the floor next to me to secure the loose end of the tie around the door handle, my skin turns a hue of pink. I’m not embarrassed, I’m incredibly aroused.
I squirm when he guides his index finger down my arm, past my chest, then over the peaked buds of my nipples. “So beautiful.”
He fondles my heavy breasts, kneading and caressing them with precise dedication. Once he has my nipples stiff and begging to feel the warmth of his mouth, his gaze drops to stare unashamedly at my pussy. “Spread your legs.”
I loosen my clenched thighs before sweeping them open.
