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.

curve my fingers around the side of her neck and tip her head back. Leaning in, I hover my face above hers,

to make out her features. Big, dark eyes watch me in return. Pert nose. Plump

head, I brush my mouth

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,

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

tongue around hers, showing her what to do, knowing in an instant that she’s never

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

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. We devour each other, my tongue thrusting, hers meeting. Retreating.

More, more, more.

I sink my teeth into her lower lip. A breathy moan leaves her when I dare to touch her

when I break the kiss to run my lips down her

ask as ! nip and lick

return my mouth to hers, consuming

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 top loose. I could expose her lush

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

teach her

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

chopterid

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

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

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

can hear the confusion in that one

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