H.S. Howe > Quotes

“Nate was suddenly famished, and not for food. Seeing the look of bliss on her face and hearing her moan in pleasure had his blood pumping. He wanted to see her look like that again. He wanted to make her make those sounds. He swallowed hard and looked down at his food. He made himself eat and complimented her cooking, though he was too distracted by the throbbing in his pants to really taste it.”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“His lips moved to her ear as his hand danced over her lace covered sex. "Other men look at you and I want to rip their eyes out." His fingers gripped her inner thigh, causing her to jolt and cry out.”
― H.S. Howe, Willfully Wanton

“He cut off her protest with his mouth. When he was certain she would no longer object, he moved his lips from her mouth to her breast. They were so full and fit perfectly in his hands. She cried out when his tongue flicked her sensitive nipple so he did it again and again. Her response was driving him wild. His plan had been to take his time and wait for her to come to him. But the moment she'd said his name, he was lost. Couldn't control himself. She was his. Nobody else's. With that thought on his brain he let himself go. Frantically, he slammed into her and she met every thrust head-on, grinding into him as he came.”
― H.S. Howe, Jingle My Snowballs

“He knelt down beside her and caressed her cheek. The bruising had faded to an ugly green and even with it, she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. "When you hurt, I hurt.”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“Joseph," she whispered quietly. He groaned and reached an arm out to her, gripping her hip and pushing her flat on her back once again. Before she had time to make sense of it, he was on top of her, pushing up her shirt and exposing her flesh.
"Addison," he groaned in desperate need. He couldn't take it, couldn't be this close to her without being with her. Hungrily, he devoured her mouth, eating every gasp and moan she made.”
― H.S. Howe, Jingle My Snowballs

“He unbuttoned her jeans, then pulled them down her tan, sculpted legs. Next was the lacy pink thong. He kissed her belly, teasing her by moving lower before pulling back. He stood up and took off his own clothes. Brantley scooped her up and carried her to the mattress, laying her down tenderly.
Katelyn was burning with anticipation, yet every moment was bliss. Brantley lowered himself onto the bed on top of her and began kissing her face. He moved and kissed her ear, then her neck, making a trail and moving lower, between her breasts, down her belly, then the tops of her thighs.
Katelyn moaned and thrust her hips up toward his mouth. He then kissed her swollen clitoris, making her cry out. He gently sucked on it, reveling in her sounds of pleasure.”
― H.S. Howe, Willfully Wanton

“She pulled at his shirt until it was off. "Damn." She sucked in a breath and ran her hands up his chiseled chest. "You live at the gym or something?"
"Physical health is extremely important." His eyes grew dark as he examined her matching panties that left little to his imagination.
"Fuck yeah, it is," Morgan agreed. She licked her lips as she counted his abs.”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“You've created a monster, Katelyn." He backed her into the wall and kissed her lips.

"Now that I've had you, I want to experience it again and again. I want to feel you cum on my dick. The way your tight, little pussy pulses around me will keep me awake at night.”
― H.S. Howe, Willfully Wanton

“You didn't think you were marrying a gentleman, did you?" he asked as his hand reached forward to caress her nipples.

"Of course not. What fun would that be?”
― H.S. Howe, Willfully Wanton

“Why are you showing so much cleavage?" Joseph growled into her ear as he took her arm and began to descend the staircase.
Goosebumps broke out over her bare arms and shoulders. She squeezed his forearm and smiled into his eyes.
"So you're forced to offer me your coat, of course, like a proper gentleman."
He barely suppressed a snort as camera flashes lit them up from every angle. He tucked his arm around her and smiled for the photographers.
"Would a gentleman rip what you're wearing clean off your body, before devouring every inch of your perfect body? Turn your shivers into sweat while you wonder how something so dirty could produce something so beautiful?"
Addison grinned and gently turned his face towards hers to press a light kiss to his cheek without marking it. The cameras went wild.”
― H.S. Howe, Jingle My Snowballs

“Before she could question him further, she was swung over his shoulder and tossed onto her bed. Will kicked the door shut and removed his boots and shirt, revealing his toned body.

"I need a distraction. I think I'm going crazy," he confessed as he finished undressing and joined her on the bed. "Help me forget, Em."

He grabbed her ankles and pulled her down until she was flat on her back. Luckily for him, she was in a thin nightgown and silk panties. Hot hands trailed up her thighs and removed her underwear. She shivered despite the heat. She'd never seen him like this, broken and desperate.”
― H.S. Howe, Wrestling William

“You're even more perfect than I remember," Nate murmured against her lips. "It's been so long.”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“Nate! Oh my God, Nate!" she screamed his name as she orgasmed wildly. Nate surrendered himself to the pleasure as he felt the pulsing of her orgasm around his penis and let himself go with her.
He held his position over her, leaning his chest on hers, while he remained inside of her. His forearms held his weight so he didn't crush her with his body, not that she would have cared.

"I love you, Morgan." He touched his forehead to hers and shuttered as her hands drew lazily on his back.

"I love you, too," she said on a wave of bliss.

She was so warm and perfect, that he didn't want to leave, but he couldn't afford to push her body past its limits. Slowly, he eased out of her and she whimpered at the loss.”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“He caressed her face and pulled her into a tight, desperate hug. She held him back just as tightly because she knew in her heart that it was the last time she'd let him this close to her.”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“Will arrived home just after 2:00 a.m., exhausted and ready for bed. One glimpse of seeing Emerald passed out on his couch and snuggled in his comforter had his eyes ready for more. She looked so damn good in his house. All he wanted was to wake her up long enough to come to his bed, so he could wrap her in his arms and drift off to her scent.”
― H.S. Howe, Wrestling William

“She switched the music from her party jam to slow country. Matt Stell's song, "I prayed for you" came on and she wondered if a man would ever love her like that.”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“She'd been twenty-one when she'd met Marko in an upscale hotel, where she worked as a housekeeper. He hadn't heard her knocking and came into the bedroom, while she changed the sheets, in nothing but a damp towel. At first, she'd been embarrassed and tried to leave, but then the towel dropped. Next thing she knew, she was tied to the bed, begging him to flog her again. His brand of sex had been a mix of pain and pleasure, bringing her to sexual highs, she'd never known existed. She'd quit her job after that encounter and moved into his penthouse. For three years, he was her master and she was his submissive.”
― H.S. Howe, Wrestling William

“The physical pain was nothing, compared to the constant emotional pain, he lived with daily. Even now, he wondered what Anna would look like carrying his child. Imagined her smell, her smile, her touch. If she was pregnant, he would do whatever it took to convince her to marry him. And, if that didn't work, he'd kidnap her, until she saw reason or he found a corrupt minister to sign paperwork and declare them legally married. He grinned, thinking of all the ways Anna would punish him. And all the ways he would pleasure her...”
― H.S. Howe, The Will to Try

“His words, his hands, his voice, everything combined had her crashing over the edge.”
― H.S. Howe, Willfully Wanton

“He gave her one last slow kiss, before forcing himself out the door and into the night.

Morgan locked the door and placed a hand over her wildly beating heart. "Exclusive." He didn't want anyone else. A smile took over her face...”
― H.S. Howe, Willing to Wait

“Lightly, she ghosted her lips across his. She was soft and inviting, but he was hard and unyielding, so she released her hold and smiled. "There, all better."
The moment her hands dropped, he wanted them back.”
― H.S. Howe, Willfully Wanton

“He couldn't resist the pressure of her sweet body and leaned in closer, opening his mouth to her. She moaned her appreciation, when his tongue met hers and soon they were engrossed in the heat of the moment. Time stood still, backgrounds disappeared, and the only sounds came from them. She could feel the strength of his arousal and had her own burning need aching between her thighs. She'd known kissing him would be dangerous, but curiosity had won.”
― H.S. Howe, Jingle My Snowballs

“Katelyn, I have loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you. You scare the hell out of me and I don't want to lose you.”
― H.S. Howe, Willfully Wanton

“He wanted the one woman he couldn't have. The one female who had grown immune to his good looks and his bad-boy charm. The only one he felt, he had ever connected with on a deeper level.”
― H.S. Howe, The Will to Try

“You'll be the death of me," he whispered before cuffing her hands together, then pushed her down on all fours.”
― H.S. Howe, Wrestling William

“I don't mind inappropriate thoughts every now and then. So please, share yours with me." He met her eyes and she blushed, then grinned and stole his breath. If her thoughts were anything like his, he was more than happy to hear them.

"It was nothing. I was just wondering if you get many complaints in the bedroom even though I'm sure you don't." Though her eyes held amusement, she broke eye contact and looked away.

"How would you know what women think after they leave my bed?" He wondered with his own quiet smile.
It was true, he never met a woman, he couldn't please and he knew she would be no different.”
― H.S. Howe, Jingle My Snowballs

“You love me?"
"Yes. It's ridiculous how much I love you. I think about you all the time."
"Then marry me.”
― H.S. Howe, Willfully Wanton

“I want you, Isla," he told her, showing no signs of restraint. "I want to take you right now against this car."

She was about to agree, but he straightened her shirt and placed her on her feet. Yanking open the door, he practically shoved her onto the seat.

"But too many people here are coming and going, and I don't want them seeing parts of you, that only belong to me.”
― H.S. Howe, The Billionaire's Willed Wife

“Yanking wildly, he freed them both of clothing and scorched her knees with his hot hands and drew them apart. With his lips on her throat and his hands on her breasts, he entered her.
"Wait," she said even as she wrapped her arms around him. "I'm not on birth control," she informed him.
"Good, I want my child inside of you." He bit her shoulder, then pumped hard into her to enjoy her slick heat.”
― H.S. Howe, Jingle My Snowballs

“I'm not going to make this easy for you. I'll never stop chasing you. Whether you're here or running, I'll chase you.”
― H.S. Howe, Willfully Wanton