Page 279 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
His thighs stiffen, but he remains quiet.
“You didn’t hurt me. You saved me. And you continue saving me every day.”
The pain hampering his eyes lessens from my admission.
“I love you,” I declare breathlessly since I can’t secure a full breath from being so close to his breathtaking face.
He gathers my hands from behind his neck and pulls them to his mouth. My heart skips a beat when he presses a kiss on their palms before placing them over his heart, allowing his actions to speak words he may never say—I love you too.
With the smile I was aiming for earlier, he brushes away a rogue tear spilling down my cheek with one hand while the other digs into the breast pocket of his jacket.
My heart stops beating when he produces a small, black velvet box. “I was planning to give you this for Christmas, but I can’t wait any longer.”
My breath hitches halfway between my lungs and my throat when he cranks open the box to reveal a beautiful princess-cut diamond solitaire ring. My eyes water when I notice it unique coloring.
“It’s called violet gray. They're a very hard diamond to secure, but I notice you have a fascination with the color gray.” His eyes drop to my bustier peeking out of my coat.
When he removes the ring from the box to slide it onto my ring finger, I bite my bottom lip hard, praying I don’t blubber like an idiot. Even in the shadows of the night, the purple and gray coloring of the diamond sparkles in the moonlight.
“Do you like it?”
I nod while grinning. “I love it.” I angle my mouth closer to his. “I love you,” I murmur over his lips before spearing my tongue between them.
CHAPTER19
ISABELLE
My steps into the master suite falter when I’m seared by a heated gaze. Isaac is standing in front of the full-length mirror near the walk-in closet, securing a light blue tie around his neck. He stops what he is doing so he can run his eyes down my body. When they return to my face, my pulse quickens. His gaze is hungry, demanding, and heart-clenching.
“You like?” I spin around so he can fully take in the dark blue lace half-sleeved dress I'm wearing. The skirt is a decent length, sitting just above my knee, but the lace adds an edge of sexiness to the everyday style of the design.
“I'd like to rip it off you.”
I wink before sauntering into the closet. “There's no time for that,” I mumble to myself while searching through his extensive collection of ties. We're already late to Cormack’s Christmas Eve cocktail party after our impromptu romp in the shower.
Once I find the tie I'm looking for, I unknot the one he just finished securing. “This one matches my dress.”
My knees meet from his sexy-as-sin growl. “Now the color of your dress makes sense.”
A grin tugs my lips high. I knew he would understand my clothing selection the instant I handed him the tie. That tie is the one he used to blindfold me when we slept together in the private jet.
My sex pulses when he steps closer to me. “Are you trying to tease me, Isabelle?”
“No,” I barely whisper. “I just thought it would be good to have handy for the trip home.” I glance into his heavy-lidded gaze. “Ifyou can wait that long?”
Okay, maybe I'm taunting him.
My breathing shallows when he glides his index finger down my arm, forcing the hairs to bristle to attention. “Canyouwait that long?” His tone is cocky and assured. “I know how greedy your pussy is.”
Our flirting is interrupted when a doorbell buzzes through the room. Harlow and Cormack organized to pick us up in a stretch limo earlier today. They’ll take the limo with us to the record label headquarters, but only Isaac and I will return in it since they're leaving for a weekend getaway Cormack organized for Harlow.
I snatch my cream clutch purse from the dressing table before making a beeline for the door. My excited steps stop when Isaac seizes my elbow. The hairs on my nape prickle when he presses his lips to my ear. “Remove your panties.Iwant your pussy bare for whenI’mready for it.”
While licking my lips, I do as requested. He grins a knee-clanging smile, relishing in my submissiveness. When he holds out his hand requesting my panties, hot blood sends a pink hue rushing to my cheeks. He doesn’t slip them into his pocket as I was anticipating. He lifts them to his nose and inhales deeply, growling when he smells how aroused he can make me with only a thought.
After placing them into the top pocket of his charcoal gray suit, he holds out his hand for me. “Now I can smell you all night.”
The trip to Destiny Records head office in Hopeton is long and torturous. Isaac ramped up our teasing game to a nail-biting level. His index finger has been tracing infinity circles high on my thigh for a majority of the trip, and his breathing is heavier than normal. I don’t know if he can smell how aroused his little teases have made me, or if he’s smelling my panties in his pocket—it may be a combination of both.
