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.

around the side of her neck and tip her head back. Leaning in, I hover my

to make out her features. Big, dark eyes watch me in

my head, I brush

of our lips. A jolt passes from her into me, electrifying my blood, my skin. The tiny hairs

her lips eagerly, her tongue meeting mine. It’s

what to do, knowing in an instant that she’s never

who this girl is, but she

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

More, more, more.

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

God,” she whispers when I break the kiss to run

nip and lick at her sensitive skin, making

to hers, consuming her once more.

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 top loose. I could expose her lush flesh. Run

push too fast.

teach her

down her back, resting at the base of her spine, just above the waistband of her bikini

chopterid

pool. And

along the curve of her smooth ass. Her body is like a fucking wet dream,

Will she let me?

toward mine. I remove my hand from her ass to touch her cheek. Her lips. Cup my fingers around her

I can hear the confusion in

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