Page 187 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
His deep, pussy-clenching chuckle bounces around the small confines when I rib him. “I had never skinny-dipped before, so I figured what better location than the middle of the ocean to tick it off my list. Our secluded location also ensured there would be less carnage.”
“True.”
The giggle bubbling in my chest erupts when Isaac spins me around so he can shampoo the lower half my hair. The shower recess in his yacht is so confined, his elbows are closer to bracing the tiles when he massages the fragrant products into my scalp. As his fingers knead away the headache that’s been plaguing me most of the morning, a shallow moan vibrates through me. His nurturing is nearly as intoxicating as his sexual prowess.
My sluggish eyes pop open when the impressive girth of Isaac’s cock is felt halfway up my back. I shake my head, shocked at the eagerness heightening my senses. We’ve been sexually active nonstop for hours, but anticipation is still coursing through me. Will I ever get enough of him? Usually, a couple’s insatiable need to please each other dampens within weeks, but I don’t see that being an issue with Isaac. I couldn’t imagine it dying in years, much less months.
Would you listen to me? Years? We haven’t even hit months yet, but I’m already discussing the future as if it’s a guarantee instead of a probability. I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. I’ll never get enough of Isaac. I’m just praying he doesn’t grow weary of me before I’ve gotten my fill.
“Never going to happen, baby,” Isaac murmurs, reminding me that I need to speak to someone about my annoying habit of thinking out loud. “You’ve got me by the throat… and the balls.”
My cheeks burn from their sudden incline when I smile. When I pivot around to face him, I keep my elbows in close, ensuring they don’t bump any crucial body parts in the process. Once I’m facing him front-on, I study all the exceptional features of his face. It’s a long process since he has so many beautiful assets to explore, but it fills me with worry more than it soothes me.
“I don’t want to go back. Going back means I have to give you up. I’ve only just got you back. I don’t want to give you up again.” I stop when my voice crackles. The urge to cry is overwhelming, but I give it my best fight to hold them back.
“Isabelle.” My name shoots out of his mouth like gunfire. “Please don’t cry.”
I run my hand across my cheeks to remove any rogue tears that may have unwillingly spilled from my eyes. Mercifully, my cheeks are clear. I can’t say the same thing for Isaac’s next set of words. They’re as murky as the Hudson.
“You don’t have to go back. I’ll make you disappear.”
Pain shreds through my heart, crippling it even more than the thought of not seeing him for twenty years.
“Us. I can makeusdisappear. They would never findus,” he clarifies when he notices the forlorn look on my face. “You’re not going anywhere without me, Isabelle.”
“You’d give up everything for me?”
He nods without hesitation. “Yes, Isabelle.”
“Your brother and your family?”
He takes in a quick, sharp breath, but his nod doesn’t slacken. I don’t know whether to burst into tears or swoon, so I do both. He’s never reciprocated my verbal declarations of love, but his actions are proving time and time again that I’m under his skin just as profoundly as he’s embedded in mine.
“I love you.” Relaying how much his statement impacted me with three simple words is unjustifiable, but they’re all I have to express my gratitude, so they’re all I can use. “But I’dneverask you to give up everything you’ve worked so hard for, let alone your brother and family.”
“You don’t have to ask, Isabelle. I’dwillinglygive everything up for you.”
His words steal my breath and my self-control away. I dive at him so brutally, he crashes into the shower wall with an almighty thump. A sexy-as-sin growl erupts from his throat when my tongue strokes his luscious lips, requesting for them to open. When they do, I taste the cinnamon the homemade donuts Catherine packed for us were coated in. Our embrace is scorching hot, enough to buckle my knees and fill my heart at the same time. We devour each other, knowing this could quite possibly be the last time we do it for a while.
By the time the water runs cold, I’m so sexually sated, I no longer remember my name, much less the dense cloud that’s about to reform above my head.
CHAPTER13
ISAAC
“You have a month, Regan. If the charges aren’t dropped by then, I’m taking her away from this.”
My tone indicates this isn’t up for further discussion. If I had it my way, Isabelle wouldn’t be seated in Hugo’s car as it drives away from me. She’d be in my car, with me, where she belongs, but Regan is adamant this is the only way we can clear her name.
Regrettably, Isabelle agrees with her.
She doesn’t want her Uncle’s name tainted with lies and delusional charges. I can’t say I don’t understand her request. I just wish she understood she’s going against one of the most corrupt organizations I’ve come across. Their tactics are the dirtiest I’ve seen, meaning I’ll soon be forced to smear my hands with so much dirt, they’ll never become clean.
I don’t want to do that. I want to be the man Isabelle believes I am, but they’re not giving me a choice. I’m once again having my hand forced. There’s nothing I hate more than being strong-armed, but I’ll protect what is mine, and Isabelle is undoubtedly mine.
“I’m doing the best I can, Isaac—”
“It’s not good enough, Regan. You need to do more.”
