Page 50 of Howl Will I Know

But underneath all of that is certainty.

I nod. “Yes.”

His jaw tightens. “Yes, what? I need to hear you say it.”

I move my hand to his face and make sure he’s looking at me. “Yes, Hewit. I want you. I want to have sex with you. I want you inside me, to be as close to you as possible.”

His eyes close for half a second. When they open again, his pupils are dilated, nearly swallowing the amber of his irises. “I’m not going to bite you.”

The words are blunt, almost abrupt, but I understand exactly why he needs to say them now.

“I know.”

His gaze searches mine. “If I tell you I need a second⁠—”

“Then you take a second.” I stroke my thumb across the scar near his jaw. “We know where the line is.” I lean closer until my mouth brushes his. “So stop arguing with a problem we’ve already solved.”

His mouth curves faintly.

Then he kisses me.

The change is immediate. Not rougher exactly, but less restrained. Heat floods through me the second his tongue slides against mine. He slides one hand into my hair and angles my face the way he wants it, his mouth opening over mine as I move closer. I end up half in his lap without remembering how I got there, one knee pressing into the chair beside his thigh while his arm locks around my waist.

His cock is already hard against me. Thick. Insistent. The feel of it through our clothes makes my breath hitch.

Hewit’s hand moves beneath the hem of my shirt, his palm hot against my bare back.

I inhale against his mouth.

He stops. “Good?”

“Yes.”

His fingers spread over my skin, rough and warm, mapping the line of my spine. “Still good?”

“Hewit, if you ask every three seconds, we’re going to be here until Christmas.”

His eyes narrow. “I’ll ask when I need to.”

The answer is so serious that my teasing dies immediately.

I kiss him again, slower this time, deliberately rolling my hips so the hard length of him presses right where I want it. A low, rough sound vibrates through his chest. His hand moves upward beneath my shirt, stopping below my bra. He doesn’t go farther until I shift against him again, deliberately pressing myself closer.

That is apparently sufficient encouragement because he stands with me in his arms.

I make a startled sound and grab his shoulders. “Hewit, I’m too heav⁠—”

He kisses me before I can finish, deeper this time, tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes my thighs tighten around his waist. I moan against his mouth, and his grip tightens beneath my thighs, the sound that leaves his chest too deep to be entirely human.

My body responds immediately. Heat pulses between my legs. He feels it, and his breathing roughens as he carries me toward the hall.

“Bedroom?” I murmur against his throat.

He gives me a look.

I shrug. “Just checking. Wasn’t sure if you had a den.”

His mouth quirks into a smile. “Funny girl.”