Free Secrets to Hide 3: Just a Little More by Ella Sheridan

the wet clinginess she had to force down her legs with a shimmy. When she stood in nothing but a pair of lacy thong panties barely covering the trimmed curls at her mound, he grasped his erection hard at the base, breath going rough and loud. “Do it, beautiful.”
    And she did. If she teased him a little, taking her time, making him wait, well, that was her prerogative. Finally, though, she was as naked as he was.
    He shook his head as if trying to wake himself from a dream. “Come here.” He tugged her against him again, chest to chest, her arms around his neck, his around her hips. His big hands cupped her butt, forcing her as close as possible. The feel of her breasts mashed against him, that sexy trail of hair teasing her skin, that long, firm cock digging into her lower belly… Her eyes rolled back in her head.
    She rose onto her toes, doing a full-body rub that made Brad groan, and forced his head down to hers. Their lips met, teased, opened; his tongue traced her lower lip. The taste of his kiss was all Brad—dark, male, with a hint of cinnamon. The scent of alcohol he couldn’t completely scrub away after his nights at Thrice complemented his taste perfectly. Her senses swam beneath a swamping wave of desire, and she let it take her. Long minutes of dancing, sliding, and tangling passed until both of them were breathless and grinding hard against the other.
    Without warning, Brad turned so that she rested against the wall, him in front of her, blocking everything from sight but his beautiful body. She breathed through the pounding of her heart, the excitement that thrilled through her veins as she watched Brad’s gaze drop to her aching breasts. His hands rose so, so slowly to hold them. She hissed at the sensation. When he bent his head and took a hard tip between his lips, she dug her nails into his skin, trying desperately to hang on to reality. “Yes! Brad, yes.”
    It was too much. She lost herself to the rhythmic suction of his mouth, the slick slide of his tongue, the slight sting of his teeth holding her still. His jaw flexed as she stared at the spot where the full, creamy mound was pinched between his lips. She needed more, so much more. Sliding her hands into his hair just as she’d always dreamed, she tugged him closer. “Please,” she whimpered, the sound shifting into a ragged whine when he released her instead.
    Brad turned toward the shower. “Come on; I want to get you warm.” He reached in and turned on the water to let it heat.
    Unable to resist, she followed, gaze drawn to the taut globes of his butt. The mouthwatering sight cried out for her touch, so she answered, smoothing her hands along his golden skin, even daring to skim the wrinkled texture of his sac tucked high between his legs. Brad’s groan signaled his approval.
    “I’m definitely warm,” she said, shocked at the husky sound of her voice.
    When Brad faced her again, that mischievous look was back in his eyes. “And you’re gonna get warmer.” He glanced down, and she could see him taking in the sight of her bare body once more. The wonder in his gaze choked her up and filled her with a pride she hadn’t even realized she’d lost. Needing to thank him, not just for loving her but for helping her find herself again, she pulled him in for a soft, sweet kiss.
    Except soft and sweet became hot and heavy, and it was several more minutes before they actually made it into the shower.

Chapter Five
    The little laugh that escaped Angel as Brad pulled her into the shower jerked at his heart. He hadn’t heard that sound in so long. Twining their fingers together, he urged her along with him as he stepped under the water. The wet warmth hit his abs, chest, then his head with the final step into the stream. He turned to Angel, watching hungrily as her breasts jiggled with each step. He’d watched the sway and bounce of her breasts beneath her clothes for more years than he or his cock found comfortable, but the reality of