The tenseness in his jaw amplifies when she mentions I’m still suffering from headaches. “I’ll prescribe a sleeping pill to ensure the headaches are from a lack of sleep rather than the side effects of a concussion.” She licks her lips and coughs. “These… umm… tablets will make any birth control you may be taking ineffective.”
A smile tugs my lips higher, pleased at Dr. Jae’s attempts to maintain patient-doctor confidentiality. After scribbling a prescription on a pad in her bag, she hands it to Isaac, then drops her eyes to me. “I’ll come back tomorrow morning to check on you. Hopefully, with a decent sleep tonight, your headaches will lessen. If they don’t clear in a few days, I’ll order some additional tests at the hospital.”
“Okay, thank you.”
She glides her hand down my arm before moving to stand in front of Isaac. When his eyes lock with mine, wordlessly advising that he’ll return once he shows Dr. Jae out, I nod. While he does that, I scan the space. The room looks as it did before Alex’s team completed their search, except there are additional frames added to the collection on the mantelpiece.
My heart rate speeds up when my eyes zoom in on two very recent additions. I scurry off the couch to pick up the first photo. It’s a picture of Isaac and me dancing at the fundraising gala. Even with a large mask covering a majority of my face, I can still see the flushed expression impinging my cheeks, and my eyes are sparkling with lust. Isaac’s arms are wrapped around my waist, and his head buried in the crook of my neck as he kisses my collarbone. The second photo is of me sleeping. It appears to have been taken in Regan’s guest bedroom.
“How did you get this photo?” I ask when Isaac walks back into the room.
When his lips curve into a succulent smile, I grimace. “Please don’t tell me you had Hugo sneak in and take photos of me sleeping.”
The smile is wiped right off his face, so an angry snarl can take its place. “I took that photo,” he answers, removing the frame from my grasp.
My brows scrunch as I stare at him peculiarly. “We’ve never been together at Regan’s apartment.”
His seductive smirk returns full force as he winks.
“Isaac…”
“It’s not your turn to ask a question.”
I place my hands on my hips and glare at him. “Yes, it is.”
He arches his brow. “And how do you figure that?”
I stand on my tippy toes to press a peck on his sinful mouth. His growl vibrates through my lips when I refuse to open my mouth at the demand of his lashing tongue. It’s hard denying him, but I’m trying to prove a point.
“Last night, I said it would be my final question if you said yes to pleasuring me.” I purse my lips and screw up my nose. “You didn’t say yes, and you didn’t put out, so that question didn’t count.”
“So you’re going to hold out kissing me until I answer your question?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
My defiance waivers when he curls his arms around my waist and tugs me in closer. My insides purr like a kitten when he places a trail of kisses along my neckline and across my jaw before sealing his mouth over mine. My mouth gapes open when he rolls my nipple between his thumb and index finger, and his tongue slips inside. He strokes and licks the inside of my mouth in a frenzied pace that soon has my knees buckling.
When he pulls away from our kiss, my breathing is labored and my eyes are wide, shamefully exposing my arousal. “Your kisses aren’t up for negotiation, Isabelle, and neither is your body,” he declares, staring into my eyes. “They're not your bargaining chips. They'remine.”
My knees violently clash from the sexy growl that accompanied his voice when he said “mine.”
“Okay?”
A smile curls on my lips. Even while unleashing the dominance I love, he still seeks permission. “Okay.”
He places the photo back onto the mantelpiece. “I snapped that picture before I left Regan’s apartment the morning after you called me during a nightmare.”
My brows scrunch. “I asked Regan the following morning if you were there. She said no.”
He shakes his head as air escapes his nostrils. “She told me she’d do that. She was worried you’d call every night if you knew I came.”
I keep my mouth shut, knowing what Regan said is highly probable.
“How did you get in undetected? Hugo and I noticed a surveillance van outside the apartment the very first day.”
Isaac’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he scrubs his hand along his jaw. After sitting on the couch, he pulls me into his lap. A shallow moan seeps from my lips. He isn’t hard, but his well-endowed package doesn’t need to be stiff for me to notice.
When he lifts his gaze from my budded nipples to my eyes, my anxiety levels rise. His eyes are brimming with concern. I realize why when he murmurs, “I kissed Regan.”
