Page 82 of Enigma: The Final Chapter
I don’t know how long we stayed standing in the kitchen, huddled together, before she mumbled into my chest, “Bobby’s dad was the FBI agent assigned to my case when I moved here.” Her head popped off my chest to peer up at me. “Because Tobias was still undercover, he assigned a rookie agent fresh from the academy to my case. It was a real love-hate relationship from the get-go, but as the months went on, our relationship blossomed into something magical.”
“Then why aren’t you together now?”
Her gaze drifted down to my chest. “Because he wanted more than half a heart. He knew part of my heart still belonged to you.”
She cupped my jaw, her eyes darting between mine, appearing just as surprised as I was that we were standing across from each other, cuddled together. She was so close, her tea-scented breath was fanning my lips.
“It still belongs to you.”
Her eyes gleamed before she balanced on her tippy toes to seal her lips over mine. Her tongue stroked my lips before she plunged it into my mouth. My hand slithered up her back, pulling her closer before I weaved my hand through her hair to deepen our kiss. My mouth trapped the soft purrs that rumbled up her throat when I gripped her thighs to guide her legs around my waist.
With our lips attached, I paced toward the wooden table to lay her on top of it. When my eyes opened, I took a step back, startled when her light brown eyes peered up at me. Her breasts were thrusting up and down, and the golden highlights in her hair glistened in the morning sun streaming through the window. She was undeniably beautiful, but nothing could stop me from taking another step back.
I took another, and another, and another until I was back onto the footpath where our reunion commenced.
I tilt closer to Isabelle, so close I can feel her blood pumping through her body. “I thought I wasn’t remembering her right, that my memories had failed me, but it wasn’t that,” I mutter into Isabelle’s ear. “When I was looking at her, all I could see was you. I was comparing her to you.”
Before Isabelle came into my life, all I could see in the women I liaised with was Ophelia. I constantly compared them to her, judging them on how closely they resembled her, and what she had that they lacked. It was only when my gaze was roaming over Ophelia on the dining room table did I realize her eyes hadn’t changed color, the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips hadn’t shrunk. She just lacked Isabelle’s seductive curves, dark, straight locks, and big beautiful chocolate eyes. Although Ophelia was as beautiful as I remembered, she wasn’t Isabelle.
She wasn’t mine.
I’ve always said my feelings for Isabelle are prodigious and unexplainable. On the flight back to Ravenshoe, I realized why that is. I can’t explain my feelings for Isabelle because I’ve never experienced them before. I was twenty when I began dating Ophelia. Our entire relationship was based on the thrill of the chase and what adventures we could undertake instead of establishing a proper long-term connection. We dated for months and never said those three little words to each other—not until the night of the fight. We could go days without seeing each other, and neither of us were bothered—it just seemed natural. But Isabelle is on my mind all the time. Every minute that she isn’t with me, she invades my thoughts.
When Ophelia died, the guilt of her death clouded my perception of love even more. Although I loved Ophelia, only now do I realize it was more a fascination based on lust. It was nothing compared to the feelings I have for Isabelle.
Although my mind is still reeling as it tries to unravel everything that's happened the past forty-eight hours, there's one thing that isn’t scrambled. It’s as clear as the sun shining in the sky.
I am in love with Isabelle.
When I take a step away from Isabelle, unpinning her from the wall, her chest expands and deflates with every breath she takes. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears as she stares at me in confusion, unable to comprehend what I'm telling her.
“You own me, Isabelle. Every inch of me is yours. Can you not see that? You’ve owned me from the day you ran into me at the airport. You ruined me. All I see is you. Every breath I take, every decision I make is for you. I’m yours, and you're mine.” I cup her cheeks then stare into her beautiful chocolate eyes. “I love you.”
I sweep away her tears with my thumb before sealing my mouth over hers. Her lips remain stiff for only a second before she laces her fingers through my hair and pulls me closer, strengthening our kiss while also binding us tighter together.
The heat of her bare pussy scorches my hardened cock when I step closer to her, pinning her back against the wall. When her hand slithers between us to stroke my rock-hard shaft through my thin shorts, a hoarse groan rolls up my throat. Every lash of my tongue in her delectable mouth has her stroking my cock faster, more urgent, almost greedy.
I grip her curvy ass, ensuring my fingers add the sting she likes, before hoisting her up higher on the wall, where I spend the next several hours fucking her senseless, marking her, claiming her, and possessing every inch of her, ensuring she's fully aware that I'm hers, and she ismine.
Chapter 33
Isabelle
“Isabelle.”
A deep voice trickles through my eardrums before clustering in my core.
I groan before rolling onto my stomach. “Just a few more hours.”
My sex tingles when goosebumps follow the pattern Isaac’s fingertip makes over my naked body. He glides it over my shoulder blade, down my back, across my backside, and along my thigh, sparking my every nerve with the meekest touch.
I lift my head off the pillow and crank it to the side. The most seductive pussy-clenching smirk is etched on his handsome face, loving the effect his meager touch has on my body.
“A week still not enough for you to get your fill?”
I roll over to face him, exposing my naked breasts to his eager eyes.
“I’ll never get enough.”
