Page 262 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
I huff, my lower lip dropping into a pout. Isaac smiles, happy he returned the sexual frustration baton back to me. We’ve been playing a game of ping pong with it all afternoon. Little teases, flirty comments, and brief touches have my inner vixen begging for him to touch me, but no matter how many times she pleads, Isaac remains at a safe distance.
Surprisingly, the score in our provocative game is even. It’s enthralling knowing a man with such tantalizing sexual appeal as Isaac’s finds plain, little old me as arousing as I find him.
Isaac sets down his glass of wine. “Since you asked two questions, I'm going to ask you two sets of questions.”
“Okay.”
My breathing stills when he glides his index finger down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in the wake of his touch. “Do you want to install a sex swing here?”
My pulse quickens as my pussy clenches. While nodding, I return his lust-riddled gaze, ignoring the hollering my insides are doing.
“Say it.”
“Yes.” I squeeze my thighs together, lessening the intense throb between them.
“Okay. I’ll arrange it.”
The thump of my pussy grows dangerous. His sexual prowess has always been astonishing, but the idea of trying something new with him has my inner vixen gyrating in excitement.
“You have one more question.”
In an instant, his composure goes from teasing to driven. The mask I’ve seen him wear several times, usually during business meetings, slips over his face. Blood teems through my veins, wondering what’s caused his sudden shift in demeanor. The sparkle of lust is still in his eyes, but something more antagonizing is dulling them.
Not requesting permission, I climb onto his lap and straddle his splayed thighs. After draping my arms around his shoulders, I stare into his clouded gaze, offering him quiet comfort. I feel his pulse surging through his veins from our closeness, but it has nothing on the thump of my heart when he asks, “Marry me, Isabelle?”
My nose tingles as moisture rushes in my eyes. “What?”
“Marry me?” he repeats.
The words ‘it’s too soon’ are sitting on the tip of my tongue, but no matter how many times I try to force them out, my mouth won’t relinquish them. Denying his request is the logical thing to do, but my heart doesn’t want to listen to reasonings. It knows when Isaac and I are together, time doesn’t matter. We don’t notice if an hour, a week, or a month has passed. It’s just us—two people fighting against a world wanting to tear us apart.
While returning his penetrating stare, I realize it isn’t drive sparking his eyes. It’s fear. Fear that he's opening himself up, and that I’ll shut him down by saying no. Fear that I’m not bound to him as tightly as he is secured to me. Fear of living his life without me.
With that in mind, I cup his cheeks, ignoring the tremor encroaching my hands, then nod.
Relief floods his eyes. “Say it.”
“Yes.” My voice trembles with excited nerves. “I’ll marry you.”
In the blink of an eye, his mouth covers mine. The saltiness of my tears I didn’t know were falling flavors our knee-wobbling kiss. When I feel his thickened rod bracing against the seam of my sweatpants, the wetness in my eyes dry as the fire of passion warms my veins.
I slide my hand underneath his shirt, wanting to feel the smoothness of his skin under my hand. A grin tugs on my lips when his cock twitches from my meekest touch, then my nipples bud when his hands follow my expedition. After slipping it under my shirt, he tugs me closer, deepening our kiss.
He stands from the sofa, taking me with him, not once relinquishing my mouth from his. He walks us down the long hallway that is once again lined with expensive, one-of-a-kind paintings. I inwardly cheer, my effort to seduce Isaac into breaking doctor’s orders finally worked.
My cheers subside when he walks us into the bathroom instead of the master suite as I was anticipating. When he places me down on the expansive marble vanity, memories of the previous times we’ve bathed together rush to the forefront of my mind.
My first bareback ride was in that tub.
Isaac’s smooth, long strides have him reaching the tub quicker than a heartbeat. He turns on the faucet full blast, adding small amounts of bath products before spinning around to face me. Just like the first night we bathed together, his gaze is not only filled with lust but something else as well. The only difference between that evening and tonight is that I now recognize the additional spark in his eyes. It’s love, and it’s focused on me.
As the room fills with steam, Isaac unbuttons the remaining buttons on his crisp blue business shirt before shrugging it off his shoulders. My pussy tingles when he lowers the zipper in his trousers so his erect, heavily-veined cock can spring free from his black boxer briefs. I stare unashamedly at the glorious cock that’s sent me to the brink more times than I can count. Now, after agreeing to become his wife, I’m the only one who gets to experience its earth-shattering capabilities ever again.
I lick my lips to relieve their dryness before raising my eyes to Isaac’s. My body is aching, shamelessly begging to be consumed by him. When he paces toward me, a wicked grin curls his plump lips. He removes my shirt, deliberately taking his time like a child on Christmas morning who doesn’t want to unwrap his gifts too quickly, so the surprise isn’t over before it needs to be.
His pupils dilate when he unclasps my bra, guides it off my shoulders, then drops it to the floor. I raise my bottom to assist him in removing my gray sweatpants and panties down my quaking thighs. Once every article of my clothing is removed, he takes a step back, so his heavy-lidded gaze can rake in my body. I fight hard not to squirm on the spot, trying to pretend I have some sort of control when I'm around him. When his eyes lift from my nipples to my face, I know he's calling my deceit.
He holds me in close as he moseys to the bathtub. The water is nice and warm, but it has nothing on the blood scorching my veins from his closeness. When he slides us into the tub, he positions me so my back braces against his torso.
