Page 264 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
“Please, Isaac,” she begs breathlessly, her eyes fluttering open to stare at me. “I can’t do this without you.”
My chest puffs high, smug her body has already become so dependent on me she can’t bring herself to climax without needing me to guide her over the final hurdle.
“What do you need, baby?”
“You,” she whimpers between pants, “Anywhere.”
My first thoughts go to tasting her deliciously fragrant pussy, but I know once I taste her, I won’t stop. Instead, I secure a firm hold on her hips with one hand before lifting the other to her throbbing clit.
“Eyes, Isabelle.”
She secures a tight grip on the tub, making her knuckles go white before her heavy-lidded eyes meet mine. All it takes is one swipe of my thumb over her clit to have her free-falling into ecstasy. Her toes dig into my thighs, her body quivers, and the most seductive fucking noise in the world bounces off the bathroom walls.
I’ve changed my mind. The sight of Isabelle amid of an orgasm is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Once she stops juddering, and her body sinks back into the water, I gather her into my arms and stand from the tub. When I place her on her feet to snag a towel off the heated towel rack, she sways uncontrollably like a leaf blowing in the breeze.
“Did you hurt yourself?” My eyes dance between hers that are a little hazy. “Are you dizzy? Do you have a headache?”
“I’m okay.”
I arch my brow, calling out the deceit her eyes are reflecting.
“My head is a little achy.”
I scoop her into my arms and hold her into my chest, all possessive and guarded. After placing her on her side of the bed, I stride to the living room to collect the pain medication Jae prescribed. She said if the sharp headaches that have been plaguing Isabelle since her concussion don’t settle, she should take these tablets. They’ll make her groggy, but considering it’s nearly nine o’clock, that won’t affect her too much. They may even help lessen the chance of her having a nightmare.
After gathering a bottle of water from the fridge, I pace back to my bedroom. A smile curves on my mouth when I discover Isabelle lying on her side, snuggled into my pillow, fast asleep. I set the water and tablets on her bedside table before moving to the drawers at the side of the room. As much as sleeping next to a naked Isabelle sounds riveting, I won’t get a wink of sleep. I’m already struggling to restrain myself from touching her as it is, let alone sleeping next to her enticingly bare body all night.
I slip a short sleeve t-shirt over Isabelle’s head before pulling her damp hair out of the collar, then I slip into a pair of cotton pajama pants. I walk to the door with the plan of finalizing some acquisitions I’ve been working on, but my plans alter when a faint whimper scuttles out of Isabelle’s parted lips. Her face contorts with pain as her knees curl upward.
I pull back the comforter and glide into my side of the bed before gathering her in my arms. The lines indenting her forehead ease when she snuggles into my chest. Within minutes, her breathing returns to a regular pattern, and the harshness hampering her face softens.
My gaze lifts to the twinkling lights of Ravenshoe shining through the arched window in my room. My residence was built around that view. I wanted to see the world I planned to rule from the moment I woke up. It’s what urged me to fight harder to achieve the goals I set for myself.
Now, none of it matters.
The accomplishment I felt when I amassed my wealth doesn’t compare to what I feel when I have Isabelle in my arms.
I don’t know how many hours pass before Isabelle groggily lifts her head off my chest. Her eyes are cloudy, and her cheek is crinkled from where she was resting on my shirtless torso.
“Hey.” Her warm breath flutters my lips. “Did I fall asleep?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, only for a quick nap.”
She elbows me in the ribs before scooting up the bed, mimicking my position with her back braced on the headboard. “It’s a beautiful view.”
“It is.”But not as beautiful as you.
After admiring the view for a few more minutes, Isabelle’s eyes drift to me. An adorable smile stretches across her face, and a gleam is brightening her eyes. “If I recall correctly, I’m owed three questions in our game of twenty questions.”
My brow arches. “And how do you figure that?”
“Did you hurt yourself? Are you dizzy? And do you have a headache?” She ticks off the three questions on her fingers. “You asked three questions, which means I get to ask three questions.”
I shake my head before gesturing for her to go ahead. Nothing she could ask me would shock me more than she was when I asked her to marry me.
She swallows before her big brown eyes lift to mine. “Why did Ophelia watch the fight between you and her brother?”
