Page 79 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
I chew my bottom lip, lessening the intense fire building in my womb. Isaac winks before returning his attention to the refrigerator.
“Being Saturday, our options are limited, so it’s either Catherine’s lasagna or chicken parmigiana.”
My lips purse as I struggle to work out which meal sounds more enticing. My brain is in such a lust-filled fog, I can’t decide which I’d rather eat.
Sensing my reluctance, Isaac decides on my behalf. “Lasagna it is.”
My eyes track him as he places two containers of lasagna inside a convection oven. After hitting the reheat button, he walks to an overhead cupboard located above a wine fridge and pulls down two china plates. He places them on the island countertop on my left before proceeding toward a stack of drawers next to the double sink to remove two sets of cutlery. Even watching him do something as simple as setting the table is an exhilarating experience.
Once he has the countertop set for an intimate dinner for two, he motions for me to join him. A girlie squeal spills from my lips when he lifts me to sit on a high-backed barstool. Flashbacks of him doing the same thing six months ago in the business class lounge come rushing to the forefront of my mind.
“Can I ask you something?” I ask, my tone apprehensive.
Isaac freezes for the quickest second before replying, “Can we have dinner before the interrogation begins?”
I remain quiet while watching him remove his jacket and sling it on the beautiful wooden bench. Once he has his cufflinks undone, his eyes lift to mine. Our gazes lock and hold for several electrifying minutes. There’s no doubting the sexual connection between us, but there’s also something much greater drawing us to each other.
I grin when he asks, “What do you want to know?”
“What did you think when I tumbled at your feet at the airport?”
Relief washes over his face before he smirks. “You continue to surprise me every day, Isabelle.”
“Why, what type of question were you expecting?”
He smirks again before moving to the convection oven that’s signaling our meals are ready. “To be honest, I thought your fall was a ruse to gain my attention. I’ve become accustomed to the tactics women use to secure my devotion these past few years.”
He removes the lasagna from the oven before placing a generous serving on my plate. “But the instant your big, beautiful eyes looked up at me, I knew it wasn’t a ploy. You were truly embarrassed and seemingly unaware of who I was.”
“I didn’t have a clue who you were until after I arrived at Ravenshoe…” I stop talking, wondering if I’ve revealed too much.
Slowly raising my gaze from the plate of lasagna, I catch Isaac staring at me cautiously. Seconds feel like minutes as we undertake an intense, chemistry-riddled stare-down. A smile curves on my lips when he breaks the connection first by nodding and striding toward the fridge.
“I guess I allowed my stellar reputation in Ravenshoe to get the better of me.” He pulls a bottle of red wine from the wine fridge. “I’m certain everyone in Ravenshoe knows who I am, but you’ve humbly reminded me there’s a whole world outside of Ravenshoe that doesn’t have a clue about some arrogant businessman named Isaac Holt.”
Hoping to ease the tension in the air, I reply, “Their loss.”
His chuckle has my mind wandering away from the food in front of me.
Forever diligent, Isaac says, “Eat, Isabelle. You’ll need your energy.”
He wasn’t joking. Once we finished our dinner and two glasses of wine, Isaac had his dessert on the very countertop we were eating on. Then in the shower. Then in his monstrous four-poster bed.
By the time we’re preparing to go to sleep, the sun is already rising over the horizon. Isaac emerges from the bathroom. He has disposed of his used condom and has a washcloth in his hands. Even sexually sated and deliriously tired, the pulse in my neck thrums when he places the washcloth between my legs and cleans me. Once all the residue of my climax is removed, he slips back in between the sheets and pulls me in close to his body.
An appreciative moan tears from my throat when the soft curves of my body mold into the hard firmness of Isaac. “Stop moaning, or neither of us will get any sleep.” He sounds as exhausted as I feel.
“Is that even possible?” My words are muffled by a yawn.
My heavy-lidded eyes flutter open when his stiffening cock digs into my backside. “Does that answer your question?”
Biting my bottom lip, I roll over to face him. My glowing eyes bounce between his as he saves my bottom lip from my menacing teeth.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he says before sealing his mouth over mine.
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“Ididn’t know there was a muscle there,” I grumble to myself.
