Chapter 15

Emilie

My eyes are glued to the ones belonging to Brandon as I give him a shaky nod in response. I can't manage words, but those aren't needed. He lifts me up into his arms, and because it feels right, I loop my legs around his waist. My mouth opens when he leans in to devour me. I tangle my fingers into the back of his blonde hair, afraid he might retreat if I don't keep him close.

But there is no risk of that.

The noises leaving him are feral—rough and greedy—as if he can't get enough of me. His tongue grows more dominant and possessive, but I can tell he is holding back, preventing himself from splintering out of control.

"I never thought the nerd on campus would be this delicious," he whispers between episodes of exploring my mouth. "We should go upstairs."

I don't argue. I cling to him and let him kiss my neck as he carries me up the stairs. There are no people up here. We are alone, and Brandon kicks up a door to reveal a guestroom with a large, luxurious bed.

Within seconds,