“Was that the Henry I met when we went away for the long weekend?” My voice tremors since he’s been teasing me relentlessly the past ten minutes.
“Yes,” he answers as his gaze becomes more hooded.
A moan seeps from my lips when he massages my aching shoulders. “Are you sore?”
“Uh huh.” I moan, loving his fingers kneading the painful kinks in my neck and shoulders.
A groan rips from my throat when he withdraws his talented fingers from my neck. He stands from the chair, scooping me into his arms at the same time. His long strides down the hallway are quick and efficient. A grin curves on my lips when he places my naked backside down onto an expansive marble vanity in the main bathroom.
My grin turns into a full-toothed smile when he draws a bath. After squirting delicious smelling bath products into the fast-running water, Isaac turns to face me. Although his gaze is hungry and lust-ridden, there is also a sparkle of something else shining in his eyes.
My breathing slows when he grabs the neckline of his shirt and pulls it over his head in one fluid movement. Then my pulse quickens when he undoes the button on his jeans. Once his jeans and boxers have been removed, he undoes the top button of my shirt. My mouth is ajar as my eyes drink in his magnificent body.
“See something you like?” His words are drenched with cockiness.
Unable to speak through my gaped mouth, I nod. Winking, he slips his shirt off my shoulders. A triumphant grin stretches across my face when he inhales a sharp breath, my inner vixen pleased he finds my body as tempting as I find his.
“See something you like?” I quote, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
He doesn’t grace me with a reply, but from the stiffening of his cock, I can make my own assumption.
After assisting me off the vanity, he walks us to the nearly overflowing bathtub. He slides into the bubble-filled tub before offering me his hand. A moan seeps from my lips when I join him. The warm water is heavenly to my overworked muscles.
When I lean against Isaac’s torso, a gush of water splashes over the rim of the tub.
“You’re dealing with Catherine tomorrow,” he informs me, his tone hindered with laughter.
I moan, adoring his happy mood. “Who is this Catherine I keep hearing about?”
My body melts when he rubs my shoulders.“She is my. . .” He stops talking midsentence.
My closed eyes snap open since my curiosity is piqued.
“Trying to give Catherine a title is like trying to give Hugo one. They’re both all-rounders. I'd say Catherine is a housekeeper/ personal assistant/ shopper/ grandma,” he continues a short time later.
My heart warms when he says Grandma. “So she isn’t someone I should be worried about?”
Isaac chuckles. “Ah, no. She and her husband celebrated their fortieth wedding anniversary last month.”
He shifts my position until I have a clear view of his handsome face. “You don’t haveanyoneto be worried about, Isabelle,” he informs, his tone confident.
Unsure of a reply, I nod. I rest my cheek on his pec muscle so my eyes can absorb all the striking features of his face. The longer I stare at him, the more his jaw muscle ticks.
“What?” I question when the tension in the room reaches a breaking point.
“Do I have anyone to be worried about?” His tone is clipped. “Because I’m already acutely aware of the stellar impression you made on Ryan. So I was wondering if there was anyone else I should be informed of.”
My breasts flatten on his glistening chest when I roll over. When I lift my eyes, I'm met with the infuriated gaze of the incredibly attractive Mr. Isaac Holt. My heart skips a beat.I knew a jealous Isaac would be just as sexy as an angry Isaac.
“As handsome as Ryan is. . .”
Water splashes over the rim of the bath when Isaac clenches his fist so fast it creates a ripple.
“Let me finish my sentence before you get all tense.”
His eyes darken with every second that ticks by, but it isn’t scary enough to stop me from saying, “As handsome as Ryan is, no one makes my body ignite the way you do. No one ever has, and no one ever will. You’ve ruined me for any other man.”
I slide my body along his until we meet eye to eye. “And no man could ever compete with a man as incredibly gorgeous as you. Not even Kellan Kyle.”
