Page 17 of His Shy Girl

“Here. Let me take those flowers from you,” my mom says. “I’ll go put them in some water.” She takes the beautiful bouquet from his hands and then bounces off, whispering to my dad. “Did you hear that, honey? Her voice was so much smoother…”

I ignore their whispers and lead Brennon up to my room, closing the door fully behind us so I don’t have my parents’ nosy ears eavesdropping on our conversation. I lean back against the wooden door, suddenly feeling more nervous than I ever have. I’ve never had a boy in my room before. And definitely not one who’s looking at me like he wants to kiss me.

“You are so beautiful, baby.”

He moves in closer, forcing me to tilt my head back. He really is tall. And so handsome. Easily the cutest boy I’ve ever seen.

“I really want to kiss you, Willow.”

Now I’m so nervous, my tongue is completely tied. No words will break past my lips. The only way for me to relay what I want is to show him. I reach up, wrapping my fingers around his neck, and tug him to me. He moves in slowly, gently pressing his lips to mine, and my heart skips a beat. There’s a sizzle under my skin, running down my spine, through my chest, and low in my belly.

His tongue teases its way inside, sliding along mine. Softly. Slowly. My grip tightens on his shoulders as my knees grow weak. I wasn’t expecting it to feel so good. I was worried that somehow my mouth wouldn’t work right when it came to kissing and I’d sputter my way through this too. But it’s easier than talking. And with each passing stroke of his tongue, I grow more confident.

His grip on me tightens and he groans as if he likes my tongue flicking against his. He pushes forward, deepening the kiss. Moving his lips faster. Swallowing me up into what feels like a hungered frenzy. My body is burning up. That sizzling feeling is now isolated to the spot between my legs. Aching deeper the longer we kiss.

“Tell me to stop, Willow.” His whisper hits my lips, but my mind is protesting his words. I don’t want him to stop. I cling to him tighter, trying to climb his body so he can’t escape. He hoists my legs up around his waist and carries me to my bed. Taking a seat with me wrapped around his lap. I let out a moan as I feel his rigid length press between my legs. He’s turned on. By me.

“Baby, what if your mom comes in?” He pulls back, cupping my cheeks, and my eyes are locked on his mouth, wanting him back on me. Needing more.

“She’ll knock.” I press my lips to his again, and he lets me take what I want, but not for long. He pulls away again. This time, bracing the front of my neck with his hand so I can’t push forward.

“You need to behave, baby. I really don’t want to break your parents’ trust and have them hating me out of the gate. I want them to like me so they’ll let me take you out after dinner.”

“But I like your kisses, Brennon.” My words are a breathless whisper, coming out shockingly smooth again. It’s like he’s distracting me from my nerves. My body’s desire is overriding everything.

“I like kissing you too, babe. But if we keep it up, I’m not going to be able to stop. I’m gonna want to kiss you between your legs, and I don’t think that’s a good idea with your parents right downstairs.”

I turn my head, looking toward my lock, debating if I should go turn it or not. If I lock my door, my mom will know that something’s going on in here. But if I keep it unlocked, the chances of her walking in are high. I’m eighteen—shouldn’t I be allowed to make out with my boyfriend if I want to?

“After dinner…” His voice draws my attention back. “I’ll give you what you need.” He tugs me back to his mouth, giving me one more chaste kiss before he releases his hold. “We need to talk anyway, babe. There’s something I need to tell you.”

Talking I’m not so good at. But kissing… I’ve quickly developed a talent for the sport. I try to move back in, but he holds me off. Shaking his head.

“You’re a naughty girl.” Those words send a burst of tingles through my shoulders. “I’ll give you more, but first, I want to talk about us. You and me. I’m done with you trying to push me away. I don’t want to be friends. You’re mine, Willow. Do you understand?”

My nerves latch themselves around the beating muscle inside my chest, pumping it faster with blood.

“I d-d-do.”

I shake my head. My stomach twisting right up again into that uncomfortable knot of embarrassment. It seems as though the spell has been broken. I cast my eyes down, not wanting to see the disappointment on his face.

“Hey, look at me, babe.” His fingers grip my chin, tipping it up. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed over. The fact that you have some difficulties isn’t something to be ashamed of. You’re safe with me, Willow. You don’t have to hide.”

There’s an overwhelming feeling expanding inside my chest. I’ve never felt secure around anyone, but he isn’t looking at me like I’m weird or stupid. He’s looking at me like…like I’m perfect.

“Just need to hear the words, babe.”

“What words?”

He smiles when my question comes out smooth.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

Oh. Those are some pretty heavy words. They make my stomach flutter with a different kind of nerves.

“I’ll b-b-be your g-g-girlfriend.”

He brushes the hair off my cheek and a smirk forms on his soft lips. “I’ll take it. For now.”

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