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.

her head back. Leaning in, I hover my face above hers, my eyes

out her features. Big, dark

I brush my

lips. A jolt passes from her into me, electrifying my blood, my skin. The tiny hairs on my arms stand on end as I pull her into me,

mine. It’s a

do, knowing in an instant that she’s never done

still don’t who this girl is, but she tastes like

So sweet. She runs 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

More, more, more.

teeth into her lower lip. A breathy moan leaves her when

the kiss

nip and lick at her sensitive skin,

mouth to hers,

back, over the strings of her bikini that tie behind her. One tug and I’d have that top loose. I could expose her lush flesh. Run my

I can’t push too fast. This girl isn’t like that. She’s eager,

her everything I

hand slides down her back, resting at the base of her spine, just above the waistband of her bikini bottoms. They’re not

chopterid

means she hasn’t been in the pool. And they’re not much, as in they’re

touching soft, soft skin. I dare to go further, skimming along the curve of her smooth ass. Her body is like a

Will she let me?

from her ass to

the confusion in that one

lips clinging. “Ever.” Another kiss. “You’re addicting.” I nibble