My heart thumps against my ribs when his glide inside concludes with him pulling me across the cool leather seat until I'm snuggled under the nook of his arm. “How did you get Jae to sign off tonight when she wouldn’t do it this morning?”
My eyes widen as my throat works hard to swallow. The longer I delay answering his question, the louder the rumble in his chest becomes. I pop my head off his chest to peer into his furious eyes. His jaw is ticking, his entire composure switched from playful to infuriatingly angry.
“You lied to me?” His is tone dangerously low, and it quickens my pulse.
“No.”
His eyes narrow into thin slits, calling bullshit.
“Not one hundred percent.”
“You either lied, or you didn’t. Which is it, Isabelle?”
I exhale a shaky breath. “I didn’t goseeDr. Jae.” His whole body tenses. “Let me finish before you get all worked up. I didn’tseeDr. Jae, but we had a phone consultation.”
The tick of his jaw doesn’t lessen from my admission.
“She said if I hadn’t experienced any headaches all day and wasn’t feeling dizzy, I was free to resume normal activities. Although fucking isn’t a normal activity, it’s as necessary as breathing to me.”
He tries his hardest to hold in his smile, but the smallest one still curls on his lips. “And the letter you thrust in my chest?”
I grimace. “That was the bill from the lingerie store. I figured you’d want to know the price of the items you were planning to destroy before you shredded them.”
When he doesn’t smile at my taunt, I climb onto his lap and curl my arms around his shoulders, hating that I’ve made him angry. After resting my forehead on his, I glance into his unique, beautiful eyes. “I’m fine. I’m not dizzy. I don’t even have the slightest bit of a headache. Because of you, I feel the most alive I’ve ever felt. Tonight was incredible, Isaac. Please don’t ruin it because you feel inane guilt you shouldn’t be feeling.”
His thighs stiffen, but he remains quiet.
“You didn’t hurt me. You saved me. And you continue saving me every day.”
The pain hampering his eyes lessens from my admission.
“I love you,” I declare breathlessly since I can’t secure a full breath from being so close to his breathtaking face.
He gathers my hands from behind his neck and pulls them to his mouth. My heart skips a beat when he presses a kiss on their palms before placing them over his heart, allowing his actions to speak words he may never say—I love you too.
With the smile I was aiming for earlier, he brushes away a rogue tear spilling down my cheek with one hand while the other digs into the breast pocket of his jacket.
My heart stops beating when he produces a small, black velvet box. “I was planning to give you this for Christmas, but I can’t wait any longer.”
My breath hitches halfway between my lungs and my throat when he cranks open the box to reveal a beautiful princess-cut diamond solitaire ring. My eyes water when I notice it unique coloring.
“It’s called violet gray. They're a very hard diamond to secure, but I notice you have a fascination with the color gray.” His eyes drop to my bustier peeking out of my coat.
When he removes the ring from the box to slide it onto my ring finger, I bite my bottom lip hard, praying I don’t blubber like an idiot. Even in the shadows of the night, the purple and gray coloring of the diamond sparkles in the moonlight.
“Do you like it?”
I nod while grinning. “I love it.” I angle my mouth closer to his. “I love you,” I murmur over his lips before spearing my tongue between them.
Chapter 19
Isabelle
My steps into the master suite falter when I’m seared by a heated gaze. Isaac is standing in front of the full-length mirror near the walk-in closet, securing a light blue tie around his neck. He stops what he is doing so he can run his eyes down my body. When they return to my face, my pulse quickens. His gaze is hungry, demanding, and heart-clenching.
“You like?” I spin around so he can fully take in the dark blue lace half-sleeved dress I'm wearing. The skirt is a decent length, sitting just above my knee, but the lace adds an edge of sexiness to the everyday style of the design.
“I'd like to rip it off you.”
