Page 267 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
“If your answer is yes, it will be.”
He chuckles against my mouth before sealing his plump lips over mine.
The following morning, a groan erupts from my mouth as I lift my arms out of the comforter to stretch my tired muscles. My aching joints aren’t from sexual exhaustion. They're from sexual frustration. Although Isaac’s kisses alone have my orgasm dangerously dangling off a cliff, I crave more, but no matter how much I plead, Isaac won’t take our usually combustible encounters to the next level, afraid I may experience more of the side effects I’ve been suffering from since my concussion.
My muscles are aching because every fiber in my body is coiled tight, ready to snap, eagerly anticipating being unraveled by his talented fingers, tongue, and formidable male appendage. Before Isaac, sex was available, but I never saw it as a necessity. I could go months without it, and my inner vixen wasn’t hankering to seek out a mate. Whereas now, it’s like I’m a sex addict. I’m just not addicted to sex. I’m addicted to Isaac.
Dragging my fingers through my hair, I secure it into a messy bun before ambling out of the room to find Isaac. Unsurprisingly, I find him in his home office talking on his cell phone. He's dressed down in low-hanging blue jeans and a long-sleeve shirt. His feet are bare, and his hair is wet and overdue for a trim. When he spots me leaning in the doorjamb, his eyes rake my body before he gestures for me to enter. The spark of lust in his eyes has my pulse quickening and my steps hurried.
“Henry, I have to go. I’ll work something out and get back to you before the end of the week.”
Not waiting for Henry to reply, Isaac disconnects his call and throws his cell onto his desk. He looks tired, but I know it isn’t from lack of sleep. We secured eight hours last night. It’s stress from all the tumultuous tasks he’s undertaking.
I move around his desk, skirting past the hand he's holding out in offering to stand behind his office chair. I knead my palms into his shoulders, hoping to massage out some of the knots formed there. A tingle runs down my spine when a low growl seeps from Isaac’s lips.
“Does it feel good?”
He moans. “It always feels good when you’re touching me.”
A smile tugs on my lips as I continue working on his tension. Over time, the tightness of his shoulders lessens, and the worry lines on his face fade.
A girlie squeal whizzes from my lips when, in one swift movement, he spins around, seizes my wrist, and pulls me onto his lap. All immature giggling halts the instant he seals his mouth over mine. His kiss is lush, deep, and toe-curling good.
“I’ll have to start working from my home office more often,” he murmurs over my tingling mouth.
When he runs his index finger along the hemline of my cotton t-shirt, goosebumps track the path his finger makes. Our combined groans echo around his office when his finger slips off the material to fleetingly brush my bare pussy.
“I’m definitely working from home more often,” he reiterates, licking his lips.
Since I was eager to find him, I didn’t bother putting on any panties, leaving his room in only the short-sleeve shirt he dressed me in last night. When his eyes lift to mine, my libido awakens. There's an avid gleam in his eyes, exposing his usually impenetrable qualm is faltering.
I swivel my hips, shamelessly grinding my ass on his thickening cock. My head falls to his shoulder when his finger sinks into my pussy in one fluid motion. He keeps his strokes at a leisurely pace—gentle, yet tantalizing. Every hair on my body bristles, ecstatic he's finally touching me. It’s been weeks since his talented fingers have tightened the coils of my womb, so I’ll take them any way I can get them.
His kiss steals my soft pants when his tongue delves into my mouth in a rhythm matching the grinds of his finger. I drink him in, absorbing his tasteful mouth. Our kiss is slow and enticing, surging my excitement to new heights. This may sound crude, but when Isaac and I have sex, we generally fuck. This is different—today he isn’t fucking me, he's making love to me—with his fingers.
I grind my backside along his throbbing cock, wishing I wasn’t seated in his lap so I could return the arousing experience. The pad of Isaac’s palm adds a nice amount of pressure to my clit, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body that clusters in my needy sex. Every slow and precise thrust of his fingers has the excitement of my imminent climax sweeping through my body. My heavy pants increase along with the rhythm of his fingers.
The louder I moan, the faster Isaac’s pumps become. And so, the vicarious cycle commences. I pant harder, and he finger-fucks me more viciously.
My orgasm is hanging by a thin string, every fiber in my body coiled and ready to snap when a doorbell buzzes in the distance.No!
“Fuck,” Isaac mutters under his breath before slipping his gifted finger out of my body.
I freeze when his primal, lust-riddled eyes stare at me. “Did I hurt you? Do you have a headache? Are you dizzy?” His voice is deep, rough, and sexy as sin, but his tone relays his disappointment at not being able to rein in his usually unshakable presence.
“I’m fine.” I’m inwardly cursing obscenities at the top of my lungs, but I’m fine, nonetheless.
He arches his brow as his eyes assess mine, seeking any untruth in them. Relief filters through them when he realizes the only injury I'm concealing is a bruised ego.
He stands from his chair, taking me with him. “I arranged for Jae to come and assess you before she starts her shift at the hospital.” He places me on my feet before his gaze lifts to mine. “But it slipped my mind when Isomehowgot distracted.”
My core clenches when his heavy-lidded gaze runs down my body. The intense tingle of my pussy amplifies when he pops his finger into his mouth to lick off the evidence of my arousal. A growl rumbles from his throat when he tastes my excitement on his tongue. His composure slips before my eyes as rampant hunger clouds his gaze.
Just as he steps toward me like a panther on the prowl, the doorbell shrills again.
CHAPTER14
ISAAC
