Page 137 of Howlin’ For You

“Don’t make me wait anymore,” she says, voice breathy and soft.

“What is it you want, Izzy? I’ll give you anything you want, anything you need.”

“You.” She strokes my cheek. “Kiss me.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

ISABELLA

Nick smiles at my demand. It’s not a triumphant, cocky smile. It’s an indulgent, almost surprised thing, as if he can’t believe he’s here in this moment with me.

That makes two of us.

He gently squeezes my neck and draws us together, brushing his lips against mine in a whisper of a kiss.

But I’m done teasing. I’m done with not getting what I want.

“Come on, Nick.” I nibble gently on his full bottom lip. “Show me what it is to be devoured by you.”

A rumbling growl is my only warning before I’m suddenly picked up and deposited in his lap, legs straddling his thighs. “Give me your mouth, woman.”

As if I would ever fight such a thing. I sink into him, melting into his kisses with a whimper.

My hips move against the growing hardness in his lap in time with his. I only got a little preview of what he’s packing the last time we kissed, but that won’t be enough.

Not tonight.

I open to his playful nip and indulge in the taste of his mouth—dark, dry wine, and something addictingly Nick.

Pleasure mounts in my lower half with each sinful drag surprisingly quickly as we grind together and explore. He grasps my breast in his large hand, and I wrench away with a moan.

“So responsive,” he says, his tone filled with pride and overwhelming lust. So much lust. He navigates the words as if he’s wading through thick fog.

He finds my nipple through the fabric of my dress, pinching it softly to force another high-pitched moan from my lips. Meanwhile, my hips haven’t stopped rocking; if anything, they’ve gotten faster as I climb toward something I can’t believe I’m reaching with all my clothes on.

“I think—” my own voice is unrecognizable. A passionate, breathy whimper. “—Oh God, Nick, I think I’m gonna come like this.”

He growls low in his chest, so low I can feel it right where I need it, causing my hips to buck. “I want you to drench me, Izzy. Make a goddamn mess of me.”

I keen as the pleasure mounts to a fever pitch until it breaks, leaving me panting and moaning in his mouth, chasing the last moments of sweet release. I’ve never come that hard in my life, certainly not with all my clothes on.

In a flash, I’m flipped onto my back on his soft couch, and Nick is there, taking a large inhale while sucking a love bite into my inner thigh. I’m all exposed livewires as I try to come down from my orgasm.

My soaked underwear is torn to shreds before I can register the action.

“Another,” he growls against my cunt, sending shockwaves of desire like lightning through my entire body. It’s my only warning before he dives in like a man starved. Licking and sucking and biting as my back bows and I grasp onto his soft hair as an anchor. I’m convinced I’ll float away otherwise.

Despite this being our first time together, it’s like he knows exactly what I need before I need it. He notes every single shift in my body, every time I hold on tighter or moan louder.

He reads me like his favorite novel.

And when he wedges one thick finger inside me, I swear I do float up to the clouds.

Words are beyond me. I’m pure need as I twist, riding his face as best I can from below.

My orgasm tears through me in a violent rampage, ripping me apart and putting me back together in a completely new way until all I can do is pant.

“Delicious,” he says, wet face kissing my thighs sweetly. “So fucking good for me, Izzy.”