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

wearing a

‘” He glances down, between my legs.

are open, and he’s looking at that ultra-private, personal

I can’t stop quivering.

lands back

where I’m still wearing my bra.

Pulling them.

Tugging.

the sensation, my legs widen on their own and, as he kneels in front

pulling his lips away. “I can’t

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

what it

he’s rubbing

that place he looked at earlier,

“Easton-”

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

in pleasure and relief as his lips press against my stomach, lifting my shirt to kiss the tops of my breasts, lowering my bra

dive into his hair, pulling at the roots, the feeling of his mouth almost too much. But it gets

nose rubs across my

Inhaling my scent.

feels different than before, it’s not rushed, it’s in the light, and we’re completely alone in my house. “Easton,”

does it again but slower and harder

Tugging.

their own and, as he kneels in front of me, he

pulling his lips away.

many girls at our school probably wear, but

what

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

neck, Harper.” His hand lowers, stopping at that place he looked at

“Easton,”

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

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

the roots, the feeling of his mouth almost too much. But it gets even more intense as

rubs across my

Inhaling my scent.

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 light, and we’re completely alone in my house. “Easton,” I shudder. “Oh

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

the feel of his wet, talented tongue as it suddenly begins

fuck,” | moan, the back of my head

knows the spot he needs

that