“Dylan,” she moans, her hands fisting the towel.
I lift my gaze to watch her face, the way her lips part, the way her body quivers with every stroke of my fingers, every flick of my tongue. Izzy arches off the towel, another low moan escaping her lips. I vary the pressure, licking then drawing back so only a whisper of breath tickles her skin, then more, reveling in everycry of pleasure I draw from her. She’s so fucking responsive. I love being the first man to have had his tongue on her like this.
“It’s too much,” she gasps as I press a firm kiss to her swollen clit.
“Let go, Iz,” I tell her, redoubling my efforts, licking and sucking, pumping my fingers in and out.
“I can’t,” she whispers. “I…”
I lift my head just enough to catch her eye. “Darling,” I say with a wicked grin, “you can, and you will.”
And then I take my time proving it.
Fuck, I could make this woman scream all day.
TWENTY-SIX
IZZY
The heat burning through me is exquisite, almost unbearable. My legs are trembling, my chest heaving, head spinning as Dylan’s tongue continues to work between my legs. Every touch causes electric shockwaves radiating through my entire body. I can’t stop my back from arching, pressing myself harder against his mouth. I close my eyes as pressure builds deep in my belly, coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke of his tongue. I’m so close, teetering right on the edge, unraveling piece by piece under Dylan’s mouth, his hands, his touch. I’m losing control in the best, most terrifying way. Hooper never—God, I can’t even compare. No one has. No one has everwantedto, not like this. Not like Dylan.
Fuck.
It’s all-consuming, like I’m floating and falling at the same time. Coiled so goddamn tight. One more touch and I’ll be gone, and yet… Dylan’s mouth moves away, causing a desperate whimper to escape my throat that I don’t even recognize. In seconds, his fingers are replacing his mouth, stroking gently over the sensitive spot. A fresh shot of heat pulses through me.
“Open your eyes, Izzy.” The command in Dylan’s voice has my eyes snapping open. “Look at me,” he growls, his mouthmoving lower again. “Look at my mouth on you. I’m so fucking hot for you right now. I want to fuck you, but you’re going to have to let go for me first.” His words rip through my defenses and then his tongue runs over my clit once more and I gasp, my world exploding as I cry out his name and grip his broad shoulders, nails digging in. Any fight left in me shatters in crashing waves of pleasure and want. I shudder, clenching around his fingers as pleasure floods my body.
Dylan doesn’t stop. He drags out my orgasm until I’m trembling beneath him, gasping for air, my entire body pulsing. By the time he finally lifts his head, I feel weightless. Brain fuzzy. My heart still hitting my ribs so hard I swear he can hear it.
Dylan smiles, lazy and smug, and runs his tongue slowly over his lips, like he’s savoring every last drop of me. “You taste so fucking sweet, Brooks.” His voice is low and rough, sending another tremor through me.
I let out a shaky breath, trying to pull myself together.
“Still just tolerable, am I?” Dylan asks as he kisses his way up my body, hovering over me, his weight delicious and warm.
“Maybe it’s a bit more than that,” I whisper.
He raises an eyebrow, moving up my body. “Justa bit?”
His lips brush over mine, teasing, coaxing, making my pulse kick up again. His kiss is slow, deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue, and I moan softly, pulling him closer.
I can feel his length pressing against me, hard and heavy in between my legs. I’m so hot for this man. He groans. “Fuck. I want you so much, but… I don’t have a condom.”
The world crashes back into focus. I blink up at him, his expression a mix of desire and apology. There’s no way we’ve got this close only to stop here. I can’t.
“I have an IUD,” I say, my voice barely a whisper, my chest heaving. “And… it’s been a few years since I’ve done this,” I add, heat flaming my face.
“A few?” His head tilts, lips quirking into a smile that’s equal parts teasing and reassuring.
“Like five.” Even as I say it, I realize whatever came before, it wasn’t like this. Hooper was my first. We were madly in love, but sex was slow, lazy, predictable. After him came the occasional dates ending in unsatisfactory fumbles. This—whatever this is—burns hot and raw. It’s scary and thrilling and fuck I’m here for it. “I’ve been tested since the last time.”
If I’m expecting laughter or teasing from Dylan, it doesn’t come. Instead, his face softens, his hands sliding up to cradle my face, tender and reassuring.
“The truth?” he says. “It’s been a while for me, too.” His thumb brushes along my cheekbone. “I’m clean too, but we can stop,” he says and I can tell he means it.
I shake my head. “I want you inside me,” I beg.
A slow smile pulls at his lips. “Say that again. Say that you want to feel me bare inside that perfect pussy.” His voice is as rough as the scratch of his beard against my skin.
