Page 128 of Howlin’ For You

“Izzy,” he pants, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, Izzy.”

“Mm?” I scratch my nails through his thick hair, getting lost in the soft strands.

He lifts his head, resting his forehead against mine. “I want to fucking devour you.”

“Yes,” I whisper, pushing up onto my toes to kiss him once more. This time, he grabs me underneath my thighs and lifts me onto the table, stepping within the cradle of my legs.

“Izzy,” he tries again, his chest rumbling against mine, hardening my nipples into stiff points begging for his mouth. “As much as I want to fuck you on this table, Georgie would kill me. Plus, I don’t share, and the curtains barely cover the windows.”

His words are a bucket of ice water. We aren’t in the comfort of my home or relaxing at his. We’re in public.

“Right.” I huff an embarrassed chuckle, bracing my hands on the table’s edge. “Yeah.”

“We should also talk about a few things first. Wolves are…different…from human men, and I want you to be prepared.” He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “I want you to be sure this is what you want.”

Uncharacteristic nervousness draws his eyebrows together, as if he’s scared I might say no, as if he’s trying to give me an out.

Is it possible he’s scared I’ll leave him just like his brother?

I smile at him, unable to hide the growing something in my chest that feels a lot like genuine affection. “Let’s talk about it over cake, hmm?”

His returning smile is blinding. Brighter than the sun could ever hope to be. Full of reassurance and confidence. “That sounds perfect.”

I move to slide off the table, but warm hands on my thighs stop me, his fingers playing with the hem of my dress. “Stay here.”

It’s more of a suggestion than a command, but I follow it regardless, as if he’s tied me down. I think maybe I’d like for him to tie me down.

Oof. Okay, I need to calm down—one step at a time.

Once I nod in agreement, he walks over to the cake. His movements are excruciatingly slow as he slices through and cuts the perfect piece.

Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. Too much for some, but I’ve always had a bit of a sweet tooth.

How did he know?

He strides back over, slacks straining against the muscles in his legs—and against something else long and thick I can’t rip my gaze from. It’ll take all the strength I have in me not to drool.

“See something you like?” he asks, lifting a forkful of cake toward my mouth.

“Won’t know until I taste it,” I reply, closing my lips around the fork while maintaining eye contact.

Sweet chocolate bursts on my tongue, accompanied by a slightly darker, richer flavor underneath.

Now that I’ve kissed Nick, it’s like my mind can’t think of anything else other than getting my mouth on him again. I’m a woman possessed. I want to tease and torture this man to his breaking point.

And by the way he’s watching my lips, I don’t think I have much further to go.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

NICK

There are things I want to tell her. Need to tell her.

But how am I supposed to function when she purses her lips around that fork? How am I supposed to focus on anything other than what those lips would look like wrapped around me?

I close my eyes and take a steadying breath, willing my cock to calm the fuck down where it presses painfully against the zipper of my pants.

There will be time for that.