Page 272 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
He stiffens as a furious growl roars from deep within his chest.
“It was nothing like you're imagining,” I stumble out, using his words against him. “He was offering me comfort after a nightmare. It was nothing more than afriendoffering anotherfriendcomfort.”
Isaac remains quiet, his chest thrusting up and down with every inhale he takes. His eyes are staring into mine. Actually, they’re more glaring into mine. His gaze is hot and brimming with jealousy—one of the sexiest stares I’ve ever been given.
“Show me.”
When I peer at him, utterly confused, he stands from the sofa, taking me with him. “Show me how he touched you—”
“Comforted,” I retort.
When his lips thin, I roll my eyes before wrapping my arms around his torso in a similar manner to how Hugo comforted me. My heart thumps against my chest when his seductive scent filters through my nose.
“Like that?”
“If you were Hugo, your arms would bea lothigher.” I nudge his arms until they're at a more respectable level. In his current position, his arms are draped near my lower back, meaning his fingertips are brushing my backside.
Once his arms are replicating the position Hugo held me in, high around my shoulders, I say, “Like that.”
He steps away from my embrace. “Take your clothes off.”
“What?”
He strides over to close the double French doors. “Take your clothes off.”
I hold his gaze as I strip out of my clothes as requested, taking my time, purposely antagonizing the domineering ego beaming out of his heavy-lidded gaze. My seductive strip-tease has the effect I'm aiming for when I catch sight of the large bulge in his jeans. I lick my lips, praying that my punishment will include him using some part of his body against me.
When his darkened gaze locks and holds with mine, slickness pools between my legs. I can barely contain my breathing when he prowls toward me. It’s once again the tiger hunting his prey, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
CHAPTER16
ISABELLE
“Seriously, if Isaac doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to die.”
Harlow smiles a broad grin while lifting a lace bustier from the rack to dangle in front of me. I screw up my nose and shake my head.
“Darker,” I suggest, moving along the racks at the lingerie store we're shopping in.
She returns the bustier to the rack before continuing our endeavor to find the perfect ensemble for me to wear under a dress for a cocktail party Cormack is hosting Christmas Eve.
“Is it too rapey for me to jump on him and take myself for a ride?”
Harlow’s boisterous chuckle echoes around the store, startling a handful of customers. She leans on the racks of the way-overpriced scraps of material before straying her mischief-filled eyes to face me. “If Isaac hasn’t touched you in days, why do you have a gigantic hickey on your shoulder?” Her brows waggle as her gaze zooms in on the love bite she's referring to.
I balk before tugging up the shoulder of my loose sweater to hide one of themanyhickeys on my skin. Isaac removed Hugo’s touch and replaced it with his own by marking any portion of my skin Hugo may have touched with love bites. I won’t lie, I love being claimed by him, but my joy soon turned to misery when I realized the love bites were the only form of sexual contact I’d get from him that night and the three that followed.
Every time I try to provoke him into unleashing his dominance, I miserably fail. I haven’t worked out whether I lack in the art of seduction or if Isaac’s resolve is greater than I thought?
A girlie squeal emits from Harlow’s lips as her hand darts into the rack of sale items in front of her. While biting on her bottom lip, she lifts a silk bustier with garters in front of me. My mouth gapes when my eyes lock in on the shiny material the shade of Isaac’s gray eyes.
“It’s perfect. What size is it?” I silently pray it’s my size since it’s the only one left on the sale rack.
Harlow doesn’t grace me with a reply. She merely grabs my hand, drags me into the dressing room, dumps my satchel onto the plastic chair in the corner of the room, then demands, “Strip.”
“You sound just like Isaac.”
After slipping into the satiny material, I spin around to face the full-length mirror. “Holy cupcakes.”
