He eyes me peculiarly before he thrusts his hand out in front of his large-framed body. A broad smirk curves on my mouth. After shifting the equipment to my left hand, I accept his handshake.
“Thanks, Hugo,” I praise him before spinning on my heels to walk back into the cabin without a backward glance.
Isabelle
I’ve always been a person who trusts my intuition. From now on, I’m going to listen to it. Something was drawing me to the barn, but every step closer I took to it had my legs quivering more. It wasn’t just the horrifying visual that caused my distress; it was the unimaginable smell. I never want to smell anything like that ever again.
When I joined the Bureau, I envisioned that I would help people like my Uncle Tobias helped me, but I haven’t done anything helpful since I started my position six months ago. If anything, I’ve hindered more people than I have aided. And even more concerning than that is the fact I’ve hurt the people I care about the most. Maybe I’m not cut out to be an agent. Maybe I’m not strong enough to handle this type of lifestyle.
My somber thoughts are interrupted when a door creaking echoes through my ears. My gaze lifts from staring at the brown, wool shag rug to where the noise came from. My heart skips a beat when my eyes lock in on Isaac leaning in the doorjamb watching me cautiously. He wears a pair of black trousers and a white dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves. The collar of his shirt is stained with the mascara that ran down my face when he first carried me to the car.
His eyes leisurely appraise me before he strides toward me. Every step he takes makes my pulse quicken more. My heart grew so large, it could barely fit in my chest from the attentiveness he displayed in the car on the drive to the cabin. I’ve never felt more safe and protected than I do right now.
Without a peep creeping from his lips, Isaac scoops me into his arms and carries me to the other side of the master suite. His manly scent invades my every waking sense. It is the only smell that could remove the putrid scent embedded on my skin.
My breath hitches halfway between my lungs and my throat when the white-washed door is pushed open. The first thing my gaze locks in on is a canopy of trees swaying in the breeze above the glass ceiling. Potted plants and hanging pots cover nearly every free surface. There is a double-headed shower on the right-hand side wall. The backsplash has been done with smooth pebble rocks adding more allure to the rustic design of the bathroom. Bamboo walls cover three sides of the room, leaving one remaining wall made entirely out of glass, providing endless views of the dense forest the cabin backs on to.
My eyes shoot to Isaac in silent questioning when I notice the copper clawfoot tub sitting in front of a glass wall. A broad smirk tugs his plump lips high on his strikingly handsome face before he nods. He places me down onto the speckled white stone countertop before turning the bathtub faucets on full blast. The smell of jasmine and lilies filter in the air when he places fragrant bath products into the heavy flow of water.
Isaac toes off his shoes and kicks them to the side before pivoting around to face me. A long stretch of silence stretches between us. Tears once again well in my eyes, but this time, they’re from the tender possessiveness in his unique eyes.
“Isabelle… don’t. Please don’t cry,” he commands, his tone soft and nurturing.
He strides toward me with a sense of urgency, reaching me in less than a breath. His thumbs brush away the tears before they fall down my face. The steam from the hot water flowing into the bathtub, and the heat radiating off Isaac soon have my cheeks flushing. The images of the horrific scene become a distant memory as I stare into his mesmerizing eyes.
The frantic movements of his thumbs slow just before the back of his hand glides down my face. His index finger stops at my lips, his touch so tender, it could barely be classified as a touch. It is like a cloud floating by my face. The ache gnawing my chest lowers to my soaked sex.
My teeth playfully graze the pad of his index finger. A needy, animalistic groan rips from Isaac’s throat before he steps back from my embrace. My shoulders slouch forward. It’s my body’s way of protesting the loss of his connection.
“I need to take care of you.”
“You are,” I interrupt, my voice a husky whisper. “In the best way you know how.”
For the first time, a wash of hesitation crosses Isaac’s face.
“I want this,” I whisper breathlessly. “I want you.”
I keep my eyes securely planted on his penetrating gaze as I undo one of the buttons on his dark suit jacket. Isaac’s eyes remain on mine until the final button is unclasped. A rustle of air abruptly leaves his lips when I shimmy his coat off my shoulders in one quick motion.
I pop down from the counter and flick off my ballet flats. Isaac remains silent, but his enthralling eyes track my every movement. A shiver jolts down my spine as I pad across the wooden floor to stand in front of him in a pair of mismatched panties and a push-up bra. I didn’t expect to see Isaac this weekend, so I just hastily packed a bag, but from the unbridled look of lust in his eyes and the large bulge in the crotch of his pants, I don’t think he has noticed the color of my silk bra doesn’t match my cotton panties.
I sway when I stand in front of him. The sheer sight of his handsome face takes my breath away. “Take it all away. Mark me with your mouth. Your body. Your scent…”
Before the final word can fully escape my mouth, Isaac pounces. A knee-clanging blur of teeth, lips, and tongue soon have me purring like a kitten. The coolness of the speckled countertop gives relief to my overheated skin when he plants my backside in the original position he placed me when we first entered the bathroom. Not relinquishing my mouth from his, his hand slithers down my damp, slick skin. The roll of his talented fingers on my nipples has my breathing turning ragged.
The muscles in my stomach bunch when his hand slides past them to dip into the waistband of my yellow cotton panties. A throaty moan purrs from my mouth when his thumb circles my sensitive clit, forcing my back to arch.
“Isaac,” I moan in a breathless pant.
His mouth hungrily steals every wispy moan and grunt that erupts from my throat. Giddiness clusters in my head as my sprint to release gains momentum. Isaac tugs on my bottom lip one last time before his dedication moves to my neck. Every suck on my skin as he marks me has my coil tightening.
My hips instinctively gyrate forward as his relentless circular pattern on my clit continues. I’m close to toppling over the brink, but my body is yearning for more. It wants and craves more of his touch.
Intuiting my needs, two of Isaac’s fingers push into my soaked pussy, sending the back of my head crashing into the vanity mirror. My body doesn’t register the pain. All it can feel is pleasure. My body shivers in delight.
My breaths quicken, inciting Isaac’s relentless speed. Storm clouds form in the sky just as fast as my looming release gathers intensity. A crack of lightning jolts through my body when Isaac unexpectedly clamps his teeth on my erect nipple. The sting of his bite sends me freefalling over the edge. My hands dart out to find something to tether to, to help lessen the shuddering spasms rocketing through my body.
One hand clasps the copper faucet while the other secures a firm hold on Isaac’s shoulder. My pussy greedily clenches around his fingers, riding the intensity of the awe-inspiring orgasm. My lust-riddled eyes stare into his, unashamed he is watching me unravel beneath him. He hasn’t even removed an article of clothing, and he already has my body submitting to him.
