Page 73 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
“I already felt it, Isabelle,” he retaliates with a snarl. “When you had your lips on not one, but two men in a week.”
“That isn’t even close to the hurt I felt watching you fuck your way through half the female population in Ravenshoe.”
My anger boils when he smugly smirks. Shaking my head, I spin on my heels and pace toward the roller door. “I don’t know why I bothered coming here.”
“Stop, Isabelle.”
Ignoring his request, I increase my long strides. My tears are threatening to spill, and I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing he has upset me.
Without warning, Isaac bands his muscular arm around my waist, halting my rapid steps. “I said stop!” he hisses into my ear.
My anger over everything I’ve witnessed in his surveillance photos and in person the past five weeks is unleashed when I vehemently throw my legs and arms out. Angry grunts emit from my lips as I struggle to breathe through the tears streaming down my face.
No matter how hard I fight, Isaac doesn’t release or loosen his tight grip.
My ferocious battle lessens when he whispers, “I haven’t slept with anyone since you.”
“You’re a liar!” I fire back. “You had a condom in your wallet. You were planning on sleeping with Tatiana.”
Isaac’s clutch on my waist constricts. “Let’s get one thing straight, Isabelle. I don’t fucking lie, ever!” he rebuts. “And two, I got that condom out ofyourpurse. That night, I gave you the benefit of the doubt that you put it in there for me, not Ryan, but you didn’t consider giving me the same courtesy?”
My struggle halts. I did put a condom in my purse that night. I went into that date wanting to spark a reaction out of Isaac, so I went in fully prepared. I knew my desire for him always outweighs my levelheadedness. I didn’t think to ask him where he got the condom. I just assumed he had brought it with him.
“Not everything is as it seems, Isabelle, but I haven’t been with anyone sexually except you since our weekend away. Whether you choose to believe me or not is your choice.”
Once he places me down onto my feet, I brush my unnecessary tears off my cheeks and pivot around to face him. His handsome face is taut and constricted, and his beautiful eyes are shifting between mine. He’s still panting heavily, making his well-toned chest rise and fall with every breath he takes. His black UFC open-fingered, glove-covered fists are clenched at his side. This is the rawest I’ve ever seen him, and it’s an equally stimulating and emotional sight at the same time.
Although I have deep-seated trust issues from my childhood, I trust what Isaac is saying. You can’t fall in love with someone and not trust them.Without trust, there would be nothing.So as much as my brain is telling me to wait and evaluate the situation once I have a clear and conscious head, my heart has already formed its own decision.
“I believe you.” I take a hesitant step toward him.
The agitation marring his beautiful face softens the instant the words filter from my mouth. Lifting my hand, I cradle his sweat-drenched cheek in my palm. The muscle in his cheek tremors from my touch. A smile curves on my lips pleased his body reacts to my meekest touch just as robustly as my body does to his. Brazenly, I propel onto my tippy-toes and seal my mouth over his. His mouth is warm and inviting and tastes salty from the sweat running over his lips. I Inwardly cheer when Isaac allows me to control the pace of our kiss.
When Isaac caresses my ass cheeks in his hands and squeezes them, my legs lift and curl around his waist. A husky moan rumbles up my throat when my pussy connects with his stiffened shaft. His dominant nature is unleashed when he increases the tempo of our kiss.
Unashamed, I grind my aching sex along his cock in a rhythm matching the lashings of his tongue. Because he’s only wearing thin running shorts, the massive ridges of his cock are felt through my damp panties. A familiar coil twists in my drenched sex as my anger morphs into desperate need. Isaac plays my body like a gifted musician plays guitar, and it doesn’t take him many strums to have it prepared to topple into ecstasy.
Sensing my impending climax, Isaac withdraws from my embrace.
“No,” I gasp breathlessly, my voice whiny.
“Not here,” Isaac replies to my shameless protest.
Placing me on my feet, Isaac yanks my skirt to a modest level before clasping my hand in his. I struggle to maintain his frantic pace to his car parked outside. Acknowledging my fight, he scoops me into his arms before continuing with his long strides.
Remaining quiet, he places me in the passenger seat before latching my seat belt. The air sucks out of my lungs from the sheer closeness of his striking face. My God, he’s a handsome man. Beautiful, yet enigmatic.
Suddenly stopping, Isaac inhales a vast whiff through his nostrils. The growl he releases when he exhales causes a pleasurable zap to my sex. I squeeze my thighs together when his sultry gaze locks with mine. It’s hot and heavy, and they have me wiggling in my seat.
“Stop looking at me like that, Isabelle, or I’ll take you on the hood of my car.”
My sex aches. “Please,” I whimper, unashamed.
Isaac smiles an evil grin. “As tempting as that offer is, you’ve been a bad girl, Isabelle, so your punishment is only suitable for behind closed doors.”
My cheeks flame as unbridled desire heats my veins. Winking at my enthusiastic response, Isaac jogs around the car and slides into the driver’s seat. In the process, he slips on a cotton shirt and removes his gloves. When he cranks the ignition of his flashy car, I barely hold back a soft moan. The purr of his engine sends a thrill of excitement to my already oversensitive pussy, adding to my eagerness.
I still my breathing when Isaac revs the engine several times before shifting the gears. After fishtailing in the loose gravel, his car whizzes toward the road.
