You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 36

Harper

I’m instantly wet.

My legs shake as his words vibrate through me.

I never expected Easton to be on the other side of the door when the bell rang, I never expected him to check on me.

I certainly didn’t expect him to say that.

“Easton …”

“Let me in, Harper. You know you want my fingers in your pussy and you know you want my mouth on your clit.”

My lips part, trying to form a response.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, taking a step forward. “At a loss for words?”

I find myself backing up, our pace equal as he moves into my house and shuts the door behind him, my back hitting the closest wall.

His hands surround my face, his kiss so full of hunger, his tongue sliding in and circling mine.

“Goddamn it,” he groans, sucking on my bottom lip. “I’ve thought about this-this beautiful lip-since you teased me in the library.”

I’ve lost control of my body, it’s now owned by Easton’s hands. His tongue. Even his

scent.

When I’m in his presence, I can’t help but give him what he wants.

Because it’s what I want, too.

More of his attention.

More of his touch.

More of his tongue.

“Your parents aren’t here, are they?”

I tilt my head up to meet his eyes, feeling the heat flush across my cheeks. “No, they won’t be home for a while, but Ryan,”

“He’s tied up for the next few hours, I already checked.”

His arms surround me and lift me into the air. He makes me feel like I’m weightless, so tiny against his large, muscular frame. He carries me to the couch, setting me on the middle cushion, tearing at my leggings the moment his hands are free. He pulls them down my legs and over my feet, staring at my bareness underneath.

“No panties?”

is feral, his tongue sliding over his lips

with leggings, it’s like wearing a tracksuit

‘” He glances down, between my legs. “You’re fucking

on, the blinds are open,

I can’t stop quivering.

travels up my body and lands back on mine. “Goddamn it, Harper. I want

my baggy shirt where I’m still wearing my bra. But that doesn’t stop him from

Pulling them.

Tugging.

back arches from the sensation, my legs widen on their own and, as he kneels in front of me, he moves in between

lips away. “I can’t get enough

told him it’s just store-bought lotion that many girls at our school probably wear, but each time he

what it tastes like on

neck,” I giggle, the way he’s rubbing my nipples makes it harder

hand lowers, stopping at that place he looked at

“Easton-”

eyes are telling me not to worry, he knows what I’m about to say. “It’s not time for

my shirt to

hair, pulling at the roots, the feeling of his mouth almost too much. But it gets even more intense as he lowers, past my belly button,

nose rubs across

Inhaling my scent.

my lungs as our eyes lock. This time feels different than before, it’s not rushed,

length of me, and then he does it again but slower and harder

Tugging.

their own and, as he kneels in front of

lips away. “I can’t get enough of

wear, but each time he compliments me like he’s smelling it for

want to see what it tastes like

my neck,” I giggle, the way he’s rubbing my nipples

he

“Easton,”

about to say. “It’s not time for that yet. I’m only

as his lips press against my stomach, lifting my shirt to kiss the tops of my breasts,

the feeling of his mouth almost too much. But it gets even more intense as he lowers, past my belly button,

rubs

Inhaling my scent.

look down at the top of his head, the air halting in my lungs as our eyes lock. This time feels different than before, it’s not rushed, it’s in the

it again but slower and harder this time. “You taste as good as

his words, from his stare, from the feel of his wet, talented tongue as

moan, the back of my head pushing into the

the spot

that makes