Page 214 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
“No one willeversee you. Your body is only formyeyes.”
An exciting thrill quivers through her thighs as she nods. When she unfastens her dress, my zipper bites my cock. Her dress slips past her delectable curves to gather in a pile of silk and tulle around her strappy shoes. The thrill of the hunt surges through me hard and fast. She knew I was coming tonight because she’s wearing the steel gray strapless bra and lace panties she wore the day we fucked in the plane. It took Catherine visiting four stores to find the boy-leg panties I shredded that night, but I’m so fucking glad my campaign paid off. Isabelle looks ravishing.
“You wanted me to come tonight? Is that why you provoked me?”
Isabelle shakes her head. “No. I packed these with thehopeyou’d come. I didn’t set out to purposely antagonize you.” Her rich chocolate eyes relay the honesty in her statement.
She sucks in a sharp breath when I take a step closer to her. “I purchased a ticket for this gala when I found out it was a masked ball with the hope you’daskme to attend with you.”
Remorse flashes through her eyes. “I would have invited you, Isaac. I wanted to, but Regan made me promise to stay away from you. She made me swear on my uncle’s grave.” She huffs, peeved at how many people are commanding her life right now. “I didn’t even keep my promise for a nanosecond.” Tears gloss her eyes when she whispers, “I can’t stay away from you.”
“No one can keep us apart, Isabelle,” I kiss her turn-downed lips before raising her head via her chin. “Not Regan. Not Col Petretti. Not Theresa. Not even a hurricane could keep us apart. You’re mine, and I am yours.”
A ghost of a smile cracks onto her pouty lips before she seals them over mine. I growl, loving the strawberry flavoring of her lips. Too many hours have passed since her lips have been on mine—too damn many. When I delve my tongue into her mouth, it muffles her soft moans. After moving her hands into my hair, she pulls me closer, urging a more passionate kiss.
Gripping her nape in my hand, I hold her mouth hostage to mine before deepening our kiss. I taste the lip-gloss slathered on her mouth, and the peppermint of her toothpaste while slipping my other hand under her bra to cup her breast. When my thumb skates over the stiff peak of her nipple, my mouth steals every hot breath escaping her lips. I tease her breasts for several long minutes, loving that not even the prospect of being busted dampens her body’s response to my touch.
After a few more heated moments, I inch back. “My cock leaped when my eyes landed on you tonight.” I gaze into her eyes, seeing my reflection in her massively dilated pupils. “That dress… fucking Christ. I nearly had a heart attack.”
Heat creeps across her cheeks as they rise to sit high on her face. “You can thank Hugo for that.”
Jealousy almost gashes me open until I remember Hugo is standing guard to ensure we’re not disturbed. He’s the first man I called after my arrest, and theonlyman I trust to keep Isabelle safe when I can’t. He’s not a threat to my relationship. He’s an asset.
“I’ll be sure to show him my appreciation when I sign his bonus check.”
I tuck Isabelle into my side before striding to a stack of tables on our right where I adjust her position until her breasts are splayed on the tabletop, her legs are spread wide, and her delectable ass is suspended high into the air. Once I have her where I want her, I take a step back. She’s so aroused, her panties are clinging to the folds of her pussy, and I’m sucking her seductive scent like a drug addict sniffing coke.
After tugging a handkerchief out of the breast pocket of my tuxedo, I hand it to Isabelle. “I love every scream that escapes your lips, but those aremyscreams.”
She lied in the plane when she said she wasn’t a screamer. I love every erotic moan that tumbles from her throat, but my ears are the only ones privileged enough to hear them.
I hook my thumbs into her panties before gliding them down her quivering thighs. Her bra is unhooked and discarded to the floor with a flick of my wrist two seconds later. As I shrug out of my tuxedo jacket and undo the buttons on my dress shirt, my eyes absorb her seductive curves. Isabelle stays still, motionless, and in perfect position looking as if she is a buffet ready to be sampled.
“I know I said last night I’d spend hours tasting you, but I wasn’t expecting that to take place in a storage room, so that must wait.” I unbutton my trousers, then lower the zipper. This hiss of the metal increases the wetness between Isabelle’s legs. “But I can’t wait any longer to bury my cock deep inside you.”
When I release my throbbing cock from my boxer briefs, Isabelle peers back at me before licking her lips. A hungry glint ignites in her eyes when I wrap my hand around my shaft to give it a firm tug in the rhythm of her breaths. Her eyes widen more with every stroke I inflict.
“You like watching me stroke my cock?”
Last night was the first time in over ten years I’ve come by my own hand. That alone shows the power Isabelle has over me.
She nods, her scent increasing me. “Yes,” she whispers with her gaze fixated on my cock. “As long as I get to touch it, too.”
I’d love nothing more than to recreate last night’s phone call. The sounds were stimulating enough, so imagine how riveting the visual would be? But we don’t have the time, and we’re in a storage room with thousands of gala attendees mere feet away, so that fantasy will need to simmer on the burner until I get Isabelle back to my suite.
My eyes shift to her bare mound, erotically showcasing her arousal. “Are you ready for me?”
She licks her lips and nods.
“Say it, Isabelle.”
“Yes,” she murmurs, her voice a throaty purr.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’m ready for you.” Her lips crack into a smile as the lust in her eyes detonates. “Ready for you tofuckme… to make me beg for forgiveness.”
My lips crimp. I knew she would have understood my tease the moment I brushed my fingertip across her shoulder blade. She knows me better than anyone.
