Page 19 of Sharing Shadow Secrets (High Five Novella #6)

B randon is obsessed with me, and I love it.

I reread the text. I feel like making out with you .

Hot. If Brandon is good with his words in bed, then I might have to marry this guy.

I giggle to myself and then start to feel stressed.

He said making out. He didn’t say anymore, but he did use the devil emoji and that typically means more than kissing. I’m open to it though, all of it.

I don’t typically shower until after lunch, but I’ll shower now—just in case there is more.

With a towel wrapped around me, I stare at my closet.

Yoga pants? A T-shirt dress? T-shirt dress.

Easy access. I’m smiling to myself as I pull on a push up bra and thong.

I wouldn’t usually wear a thong with a T-shirt dress, but I want him to grab my ass.

Back in the bathroom, I scrunch my hair so it’s more curly than wavy and brush my teeth, imagining how this might go.

What if he just kisses me for a couple of minutes and then leaves?

What if he is being literal and is only going to make out with me?

My racing heart is signaling that I am very excited for any of it.

Brandon

Buzz me in.

“Calm the fuck down,” I mutter to myself, walking toward the living room. I hold down the buzzer before opening the door. I hear his footsteps and immediately smile when he rounds the stairs, coming into view.

Business casual. He’s wearing a white polo, gray golf pants, and a backpack. “So, are you going to the golf course or the office after this?” I ask, checking him out.

He nods, then leans down, cupping my face with his hands and placing a sweet kiss on my lips.

When he pulls back, I extend my hand to the door, shutting it all the way, then wrap my arms around his neck and go in for another kiss.

He slides his hands down my body as our kisses become more feverish.

When he squeezes my ass with both hands, lifting me off the ground, I want this visit to be more than a make out.

“You need to take the backpack off,” I say with a light laugh, still lifted.

Brandon sets me back down and slides it off, barely breaking his kisses as he gently rests it on the floor by the door.

“I like your hair like this,” he says, then takes a handful of it at the nape of my neck.

He lightly tugs it, guiding me farther into the living room.

I moan in response, and Brandon bites my lip as he presses me into the wall in front of the hallway, looking into my eyes with hunger.

“We have forty more minutes. What do you want to do?”

“You.”

He grumbles. “Not yet. How about I kiss your whole body?” I nod, loving this idea. “Which room is yours?”

I point down the hall. “The last door.”

He scoops me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us to my room. “While you kiss me. Say sexy things. I’m … into praise,” I say, between kisses.

“What else?”

“Most things?” I say, with a questioning edge because compared to Brandon, I’m feeling really inexperienced, but I’ve never read about anything that’s like hard no.

“I would really like to eat you,” he whispers right into my ear. “And have you on my tongue for the rest of today.”

So happy I showered.

“Sounds good,” I say, ragged and feeling heat between my thighs.

He tosses me onto my bed. “Cute room.”

I prop myself up on my elbows, staring up at him, relieved my room isn’t a cluttered disaster at the moment. “Thanks.”

“Are your roommates coming back anytime soon?”

I shake my head.

“Good.” He hovers over me, setting his hands on the bed. “I want you to be loud.”

I bite my lip, and he kisses me with so much force that I flop onto the bed. “I love your lips,” he says, pulling back. “When you were pouting yesterday, it was driving me crazy. Probably why I’m here right now.”

“I like that you’re here.”

He tenderly kisses me, and I grab for his shirt, pulling it up. He leans back, finishing the job.

“You have a tattoo!” I say, too shocked to see the Notre Dame logo on his shoulder blade.

“Senior year drunken stupidity.”

As he tosses his shirt to the floor, my eyes are glued to his abs. Holy six pack!

“I’m going to find all of your tattoos,” he says, his smile growing devilish. “No hints!”

His hands land on my thighs, slowly pushing the material of my T-shirt dress up as he examines my body.

“Ankle. Very cute.” His hand wraps around my ankle before he raises it up, placing a soft kiss on my seashell tattoo. “It’s good that you’re into praise,” he says, low, dropping to his knees.

“Why?” I ask breathily as his lips kiss up my calf.

His blue eyes flick up to meet my gaze. “Because I’ve been meaning to tell you how fucking perfect you are.”

My cheeks flush, and with a tug, he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed.

I giggle, excited. While he places kiss after kiss on my thighs, moving toward the known destination, I stare at the ceiling, smiling wide.

Self employment has never been a better idea.

I wouldn’t have said yes to this if I still had my old job.

“I’ve been wondering what you taste like,” he says, and it brings me back to the moment. “You have been all I’ve thought about since I met you.”

I close my eyes, giving into the moment, anticipating that Brandon will shatter me.