Page 85 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
Clenching his fists open and closed, he answers, “And you will soon become one.”
My brows pull together as confusion bombards me.Why did such a simple statement create such an adverse reaction from Isaac that night?
It’s only when the first part of Col’s sentence filters through my mind do I understand Isaac’s reaction.
“You’re exquisite. You have the face of an angel…And you will soon become one.”
My heart constricts as tears form in my eyes. Grimacing, I snap my eyes shut to stop my tears from falling. “Is that why you went out on all those dates? So Col would think I wasn’t any more significant than the woman keeping your bed warm that night? You were protecting me?”
He coughs to clear his throat, which forces my eyes back open. “That was my original plan, but even Col could see…” He stops midsentence to swallow hard. “Whatever this crazy thing is between us. He knew the instant I retaliated to his threat that you were more than some random one-night stand.”
I try to hide my smile, but the smallest one creeps across my lips. Isaac stares at me, seemingly dumbfounded by my odd response. I shouldn’t be grinning, but having him admit there’s some ‘crazy thing’ between us makes my heart palpitate.
My smile is slapped right off my face when he informs me, “Col Petretti has been spotted several times the past four weeks in Ravenshoe.”
Now it makes sense why I’ve noticed Hugo outside my apartment several times the past few weeks.
“You have Hugo watching me?”
The tick in his jaw becomes prominent. “I won’t let Col hurt you, Isabelle.”
“I know that.” My tone is confident. “To begin with, I’m more worried about why Col wants to hurt you. Why does he have a vendetta against you?”
Isaac’s throat works hard to swallow as the room plunges into an awkward silence.
Just when I think he won’t answer me, he says, “He blames me for his daughter’s death.”
Before I can reply, his guarded barrier mentally rises in front of my eyes. His face is marred with remorse, his beautiful eyes dark and stormy. No words are uttered from his lips as he washes the shampoo out of my hair and steps out of the shower. Although his face is full of confusion, he still dries my body with a lush towel before carrying me in his arms into his bedroom. Once he places me down, he moves toward a cabinet of tall drawers.
My heart cracks when he pivots back around to face me. His eyes are riddled with remorse. Not only does Col blame Isaac for Ophelia’s death, so does Isaac. I can’t comprehend why he’d think a traffic accident was his fault?
“Thank you,” I whisper when he places his t-shirt over my head.
Once he has removed my hair from the collar, his gorgeous eyes run over my face. A smile tugs my lips higher when he cradles my cheek. When I lean into his embrace, wanting to offer him quiet comfort, he pulls away.
I stalk him as he moves around the room. Even though my urge to know everything is gnawing away my insides, hounding me to probe him for answers to the questions muddling my mind, my heart knows now isn’t the time to drill him. He needs comfort, not an interrogation.
Once he dons a pair of black cotton sleeping pants hanging down low enough I can tell he’s commando underneath, he slips into his side of the bed. I scoot across the mattress to rest my cheek over his heart. Blood surges through my veins more rapidly when he doesn’t repel from my loving gesture.
His mouthwatering scent invades my senses and spurs on my pursuit to offer him comfort in the only way I know how.Sexually.
My hand slithers over the ridges of his abdomen. My heart flutters when his muscles spasm with each movement I make.
“Isabelle,” he groans in warning when my hand skims the rim of his pants, his tone indicating I’m treading into unchartered waters.
Ignoring his gruff growl, I place a kiss on his unshaven jaw before shifting my focus to his chest. When I nip and tug on his erect nipple, he releases a throaty moan.
His pleasurable growl turns menacing when I shoo his hand out from underneath my shirt.
“It’s my turn to play,” I advise him as my sparkling gaze lifts in anticipation of participating in an intense stare-down.
His brow shoots into his hairline.
“Please,” I shamelessly beg, wanting him to relinquish his dominance for just one night.
Shockwaves shiver through my sex when he smirks a ravenous, wicked smile before adjusting his pillow. Once he has scooted up the bed, positioning his back on the headboard, he glides his hand down his body, granting me access to his smorgasbord to do with as I please.
My inner vixen cheers before my pursuit commences with more eagerness. My desire to taste him for the first time spurs on my eagerness. Wetness slicks between my legs as I glide my way down his magnificent body. When I place a kiss on each muscle of his six-pack, he groans. My heavy breasts brush against his stiffened cock, which his pants are struggling to contain.
