Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
DYLAN
Izzy’s eyes are dark with need. The kind that’s been tugging between us since she strolled onto my ranch like she owned the place.
The kind that exploded between us at the back of The Hay Barn in that first drunken kiss and has been growing ever since.
I lift my hand, trailing my fingers down the smooth skin of her face, pushing back a wet strand of hair.
God, she’s beautiful. There’s something strong and wild about this woman, but the more time I spend with her, the more I sense a vulnerability beneath the surface.
Izzy Brooks might not need anyone for anything, but as my arms circle her back and I draw her close, I can’t help wondering if she wants someone. If she wants me.
The lake water is cool around us, and Izzy’s top is see-through, clinging to her breasts and showing me hard nipples I’m desperate to run my tongue over. A bolt of need shoots through my body as I cup her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. “You still mad at me, Brooks?”
“Furious,” she whispers, her eyes dragging to my mouth.
“Good,” I say as I move my lips to hers.
Slow—barely a whisper of a touch. I hold us there for a long moment until Izzy wraps her hands around my neck, her body molding to mine.
Then her tongue is in my mouth and mine in hers.
A noise catches in her throat and it’s all the invitation I need.
I deepen the kiss as my hands roam over her body.
My dick strains in my shorts, already hard as Izzy moves her body against my length, seeking friction.
Heat circles low in my groin. Suddenly there are too many clothes between us, the water another barrier.
I slide one hand under her ass, the other around her back, and carry her from the lake.
For a split second, I think she’ll protest, but then she wraps her legs around me, tightening her hold.
I don’t break our kiss as I lay her on my towel over the soft sand by the shoreline.
“We need to get you out of these clothes, blondie,” I say, sitting back on my heels. “Wouldn’t want you catching a cold.”
Her green eyes spark with mischief. “Such a gentleman,” she breathes out like she wants me to be anything but, and I’m more than happy to oblige.
“Always.” I fist the bottom of her top and tug it up and over her head before reaching behind her to unhook her bra, my eyes searching hers for approval and finding her more than willing.
Then my fingers move to the button of her shorts, slowly pulling the wet denim down over her hips and dragging her underwear with them until she’s lying naked on the towel, the sun glistening on smooth, tanned skin.
My eyes rake over her body, devouring the swell of her breasts and the toned muscles of her abs.
Those strong legs that seem to go on forever.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I breathe, scrubbing a hand over my jaw as I stare.
Like the kiss last night, I want to take my time. I’ve been waiting for this. I trail a hand to her breasts, the tip of my finger feather-light as it circles her nipple. She gasps. So responsive.
I lean down and rest my weight on my elbows, catching her lips in another long kiss as my rock-hard dick presses against her through my trunks. Her hands slide from my neck down my back, all the way to the waistband.
She breaks our kiss, eyes locking with mine. “Madison is going to be here in a few hours and I want you now.”
I drag my lips down the column of her throat, my hands roaming her body. “I love that you think I’ve got a few hours in me after the way your kiss wrecked me last night.”
“You should’ve stayed then,” she replies. Of course, she wants to start a fight now, when she’s naked in my arms.
“Maybe I should have.” I brush a kiss against her collarbone, then lower, savoring the way she shivers beneath me as my tongue swirls over the hard tip of one nipple, then the other. I move lower, trailing kisses across her abs.
“You want this, Brooks?” I ask, murmuring the words against her skin, needing to hear her say it again.
She nods, breath hitching. “Yes.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t assume it means you like me or anything. What was it you said last night? I’m barely tolerable, right?”
Her laugh is breathy, cut off by a gasp as my fingers skim her inner thigh, trailing close but not quite giving her what she wants.
“I’m suddenly warming to you,” she murmurs, squirming.
I chuckle, moving my body lower. “Let me see if I can make you actually like me.” My hands gently nudge those beautiful legs apart.
But just as I move to press my mouth against her, Izzy tenses, shifting away, closing her legs on me.
I draw back in confusion, taking in the hesitant look on her face.
“I thought you wanted—”
“I do,” she replies as a flush spreads over her chest.
I tilt my head to one side, trying to figure out what’s changed.
“It’s…” Her cheeks flame, and when she finally speaks, her voice is barely above a whisper. “No one has ever…”
Realization dawns and I smile slowly. “You’re telling me, Izzy Brooks, no man has ever had his mouth on your pussy?”
She groans, covering her face with her hands. “Do you have to say it like that?”
“But you were married. Hooper didn’t…”
She shakes her head, her blush deepening.
“Oh, darling.” I chuckle, pulling her hands away so I can see her face. “You married the wrong man.” Izzy opens her mouth to reply, but I get there first. “And that’s a damn shame,” I say. “But it’s something that needs rectifying. Right now.”
Before she can argue, my hands catch her legs, pulling her gently back toward me. I push her thighs apart again, and this time, she doesn’t stop me. I start my kisses at her inner thigh, working slowly closer. The first swipe of my tongue all the way along her center makes her whole body jolt.
“Oh my God,” she gasps.
“I haven’t even started on you yet,” I say, the words murmured against her clit, making her heave in another gasp.
I groan at the taste of her. She tastes like heaven.
I take my time, licking slowly, savoring her, teasing every inch of her with lips and tongue until she’s arching into my mouth, breathless and desperate.
I slide a finger inside her and she’s so wet, so ready for me, it makes my dick ache to be inside her.
I’ve never wanted someone this much. The need is raw, like something I’ve been starved of without even realizing it.
And the way she’s responding to me now? It’s wrecking me in the best way. I add another finger, sliding in and out and curling them to reach that sensitive spot just as my tongue flicks against her clit.
“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 every cry 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.