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.

of her neck and tip her head back.

features. Big, dark eyes watch me in return. Pert nose. Plump lips

my head, I brush my mouth

first contact of our 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, that curvy body nestling against mine as ! deepen the kiss with

meeting mine. It’s a shy swipe. Tentative. Unsure.

tongue around hers, showing her what to do, knowing in an instant that

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

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 so I can hold her firmly.

More, more, more.

only sound in the room. She whimpers when I sink 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 circles over it. Again and

whispers when I break the kiss to run

are you?” I ask as ! nip and lick

to hers, consuming

her arms going around my neck, her fingers sliding into my hair as she 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

I tell myself. I can’t push too fast. This girl isn’t like that. She’s

teach her everything

base of her spine,

chopterid

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

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

Will she let me?

her breathing ragged, her face still turned toward mine. I remove my hand from her ass to touch her cheek. Her lips. Cup my fingers

I can hear the confusion in that one single

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