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

features. Big, dark eyes watch me in return. Pert

head, I brush my mouth against

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

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

do, knowing

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

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

More, more, more.

breathy moan leaves her when I dare to touch her right

break the kiss to run my lips

fuck are you?” I ask as ! nip and

to hers, consuming

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 mouth all over her tits. Suck a

yet, I tell myself. I can’t push too fast. This girl isn’t like that. She’s eager, but a

teach her

hand slides down her back, resting at the base of her spine, just above the

chopterid

the pool. And they’re not

her smooth

Will she let me?

breaks the kiss, 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 around her chin “You’re bad for me.” I

I can hear the confusion in that

with you, I won’t be able to stop.” I kiss her, our lips clinging. “Ever.” Another kiss. “You’re addicting.” I nibble at her