You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 4

Easton

I’ll kiss this girl and figure out who she is. I’ve kissed pretty much every girl worth kissing in our class, yet I don’t recognize her voice.

She could be disguising it though. Trying to trick me. Plus, I’m a little drunk.

I know this girl. I have to.

Her skin is like silk. Soft to the touch. Her fragrance is intoxicating. I keep breathing it in deep, letting the delicate floral

scent fill my senses. Not too sweet. A hint of sexy.

She’s all curves. Her flaring hips and tiny waist are the perfect ratio. And when I had her pinned earlier, that lush ass tucked against my crotch, my dick sprang to life, eager to come out and play.

But I’m not going to fuck this girl in a dark bathroom. I don’t even know who she is.

I’ll kiss her though. I’m not above

that.

“Wait a minute.” She braces her

hands on my chest the moment she’s facing me, and her touch is like a brand. Hot fingertips press

into my pecs, making me shiver, and no girl makes me shiver. “What are you doing?”

“Shh.” I remove my hand from her hip, my fingers brushing against her chest by accident as I reach for her neck. Damn, her tits are big. Can’t touch her there yet, though. I need to ease her into this. “Tell me your name.”

A shuddery breath leaves her, but otherwise, she says nothing.

Okay, mystery girl.

and tip her head back. Leaning in, I hover my face above hers, my eyes slowly adjusting

Big, dark eyes watch me in return.

I brush my mouth

blood, my skin. The tiny hairs on my arms stand on end as I pull her into me, that curvy body nestling against mine as ! deepen the kiss with a teasing thrust of

eagerly, her tongue meeting mine. It’s a shy swipe. Tentative. Unsure. I

showing her what to do, knowing in an instant that she’s never done this

her first. I still don’t who this girl is,

her hands up and down my chest as if she’s unable to control herself and I groan into her mouth, my hand curving around the back of her head so

More, more, more.

my teeth into her lower lip. A breathy moan leaves her when I dare to touch her right tit, my thumb finding her nipple. It’s hard, straining against the fabric and I rub tiny

she whispers when I break the kiss

nip and lick at

hers, consuming her

clings to me. I run my other hand down her back, over the strings of her bikini that tie behind her. One tug and I’d have that top

too fast. This

her everything I

resting at the base of her spine, just above the waistband of

chopterid

been in the pool. And they’re not much, as in

beneath the fabric, touching soft, soft skin. I dare to go further, skimming along the curve of her smooth ass. Her body is like a fucking wet dream, and I’m instantly hard. I want more. I want to touch her

Will she let me?

still turned toward mine. I remove my hand from her ass to touch her cheek. Her lips. Cup my fingers around her chin “You’re bad for me.” I

hear the confusion in

kiss her, our lips clinging. “Ever.” Another kiss. “You’re addicting.” I nibble at her