“Don’t look at me like that, Isabelle.” Isaac’s tone lowers in warning.
Rolling my eyes, I turn my infuriated gaze to the star-filled night, thankfully blocking him from seeing the tears splashing my cheeks. Anger is burning through my body, but it isn’t potent enough to dry my tears—unfortunately.
Not even a heartbeat later, my hands shoot out to brace the dashboard when Isaac slams his foot onto the brake and yanks his car to the side of the road. After unclasping my seatbelt, he drags me across the center console to sit side straddled on his lap. His nostrils flare with every breath he takes as his remorseful eyes dance between my tear-filled ones.
The pain scorching my veins fades when he cups my face with his hands so his thumbs can rub away my tears. Not a word spills from his lips, but his eyes beg for forgiveness. His beautiful gray irises are my biggest weakness. They’re the gateway to his soul and the key to unlocking the real Isaac Holt. Although Isaac has a reputation for being cold-hearted and ruthless, his eyes relay an entirely different story. They’re my greatest ally in unearthing the man behind the enigma.
Once my tears have settled, Isaac presses his lips to mine. Even upset, my body melts into his embrace, incapable of denying his affection. His kiss is scrumptious and sweet, and it clears the turmoil swirling in my stomach.
Our heated exchange doesn’t lessen until the windows of his sports car are covered with fog, and the air in the cabin is stifling.
While rubbing my plump lips with his thumb, Isaac’s eyes filter over my face. “I shouldn’t have taken you there, but I needed to be sure you were mine before I fully let you in,” he murmurs a short time later.
Tears form in my eyes so fast they sting, but this time, they're from happiness, not hurt. Isaac is a highly private man, so for him to accept me into his life has my heart enlarging so much it is close to exploding.
Shocked by my uncommon response, Isaac eyes me curiously. I’m certain I look ridiculous with tears flooding my cheeks while a huge grin spreads across my face, but my response can’t be helped. I’m too happy to hold back my excitement.
Slapping my hands on each side of his cheeks, I place a dramatically sloppy kiss on his stern mouth. I feel him smirk against my lips before he takes our kiss from playful to teasing.
Isaac's talented mouth soon have me wishing we weren't in the tight confines of his car. I meet the lashing of his tongue stroke for stroke as my hands slither over the contours of his chest and abdomen.
I’m seconds away from tackling the impressive bump extending in the crotch of his trousers when a brief tap hits his driver’s side window.
“Move along,” requests a male police officer wearing a fluorescent yellow vest.
When Isaac lowers the window of his car, the officer's stern glare lessens. “Oh, good evening, Mr. Holt. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize this was your vehicle,” the handsome African American officer apologizes.
“That’s okay, Jimmy, it is new. I’ve only taken her out a handful of times.” Isaac’s eyes scan my face.
I return his stare, confused by the gleam in his eyes.Is he talking about the car or me?When his cock twitches under my backside, my eyes open wide.He’s talking about me.
“How are Marisha and the kids?” questions Isaac, surprising me he can engage in conversation without alluding to his sexual arousal, which is struggling to be contained in his trousers.
“They’re good. Bobbi just made the team for varsity,” the officer replies, his mouth morphing into a proud smile.
When the officer’s eyes drift to a car approaching on the other side of the road, I swivel my hips, vying to alter Isaac’s flawless composure.
Although his cock stiffens to a mouthwatering thickness, Isaac's conversation doesn't falter in the slightest. His tone remains neutral, giving no indication to the raging boner sending my thoughts into a tizzy.
After Isaac bids the police officer farewell, I flop into the passenger seat. Once my seatbelt is latched, Isaac pulls his car back onto the road, waving to the police officer on the way by.
A shiver of excitement, and if I am being totally honest, a slight tremor of fear runs through my body when Isaac mutters, “You’ll pay for that tease later.”
33
Isabelle
Holy moly!My breathing stills when my eyes absorb the impressive private residence in front of me. Isaac opens his window and leans over to input a security code into the black box at the edge of a driveway. The black wrought iron gate in front of us creaks as it opens, exposing a curved path that weaves all the way up to a beautiful brick house sitting at the top of a hill. The manicured gardens are well maintained but have a classic bachelor design with manly trimmed hedges and a collection of potted plants.
Isaac drives up the pebbled driveway, stopping in front of his remarkable mansion. Stepping out of the car, the first thing my eyes zoom in on is the beautiful arched window on the third floor. Each window in the mansion is either a circular or curved design, but the only window on the third floor is a perfect half circle.
Noticing my gaze, Isaac says, “That is my bedroom.”
The purr of his voice roars through to my sexual core, igniting my senses.
“At night you can see the whole of Ravenshoe from my bed.”
“It’s beautiful, a fitting castle for a prince.”
