Page 52 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
Istumble into the plane, and my knees knock with every step I take. When I raise my wide gaze, I spot Isaac sitting in the only single reclining chair. This is the first time I’ve seen him today. By the time I woke up this morning, he had already vacated the room.
He jerks up his chin in greeting before devoting his attention to the plane’s window, revealing his dreary mood from yesterday has returned full force. I plop into the closest chair before fumbling with my belt. I’m all thumbs, meaning I can’t get the buckle to latch together. Seeing my struggle, Isaac curses under his breath before he releases the mechanism of his belt to aid in securing mine.
Once my belt is tightened around my waist, he heads back to the reclining chair. With everyone seated, the plane taxis toward the runway. While biting on my lower lip, I grip the armrest. I want to wipe away the annoying tear sitting high on my cheek, but I’m too terrified to loosen my grip.
The closer we get to the end of the runway, the more my panicked pants fill the silence of the cab.
“Breathe,” Isaac demands upon hearing my loud wheezes.
My body snaps to his command, but my panic is too intense. I can’t get enough oxygen, and my lungs are burning in protest. I truly feel like I’m suffocating.
When I shake my head, wordlessly relaying I can’t fill my lungs, Isaac magically kneels in front of me. I want to scream at him to return to his seat, but my fear is rendering me speechless.
He clasps my hands in his. “Breathe, Isabelle.”
This time, my body obeys. The crippling pain in my chest lessens when I inhale a sharp, quick breath.
“Good girl.”
He brushes away the tears marking my white cheeks, his touch gentle almost loving. Once he has taken care of the moisture on my face, he traces the cupid’s bow on my top lip. The saltiness of my tears can’t stop tingles dancing across my face.
Fat, salty tears are streaming down my face. It isn’t just my fear that has me sobbing, though. It’s glancing into the eyes of the man I’m falling in love with knowing I can’t have both him and my illustrious career.
“What are you doing?” I blubber out when he unlatches my seat belt without warning.
He doesn’t grace me with a reply, he just scoops me into his arms, then walks toward the back of the plane. When we enter the luxurious bedroom at the end, he secures the latch, then places me on the bed. My insides tighten when he stoops down to unclasp my shoes. Once they’re removed, he dumps them next to the bed before removing his polished dress shoes.
I watch him with zeal when he undoes his cufflinks to remove his jacket. My mouth dries when his eyes lower to mine. They’re as teasing as his impromptu strip.
Electricity bolts up my arm when he clutches my hand to yank me up from the bed. My breasts press against his chest, budding my nipples.
He gazes into my eyes. “Do you want this?”
I nod.
His lips crimp, apparently unimpressed by my non-verbal reply. “No, Isabelle. Say it.”
My thighs quake as I reply, “I want this.”
The most mouth-watering smirk sneaks onto Isaac’s face as he steps away from me. Upon hearing my shameless groan at the loss of his contact, his grin enlarges, making my thighs shudder more.
His eyes rake my body before they return to my face. “Strip.”
My cheeks inflame, but the desire in his eyes has me feeling more daring than usual, so I strip as instructed. He stares at me in admiration like I am his salvation.
My heavy pants push my breasts up and down as I undo each button of my shirt. His eyes remain fixated on my face until the last button on my blouse is undone. I shimmy my shoulder, sending my shirt plummeting to the floor.
He draws in a sharp breath when his eyes land on the steel-gray Dream Angel Victoria Secret padded lace bra I’d purchased. When I saw its dark gray coloring matched his eyes, I had to buy it.
When his eyes return to mine, the primal, hungry look in them has me squirming on the spot. I stop slithering my arms around my back to unlatch my bra when he shakes his head. “Leave the bra.”
His devilishly wicked smile makes me wet. While chewing on my bottom lip, I undo the button of my jeans then lower the fly. As I tug them down my thighs, Isaac loosens the knot on his tie, his eyes never leaving me. His smile grows when he notices my matching steel-gray lace panties.
“Please don’t shred these. They cost way more than you think.”
Isaac doesn’t grace me with a reply. He merely smirks while skimming his eyes over my body. As he twists his tie around his right hand, he pads closer to me. “Are you a screamer, Isabelle?”
“No.”But that may because no guy has made my body ignite the way Isaac can.
