You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 53

Easton

Adrenaline races through my veins, making me tense. Eager. I drive like a madman to Harper’s house, pulling into her driveway so fast I see her jerk against the seatbelt.

Shit. I need to get myself under control.

We hop out of the Jeep without a word and I fall into step behind her, waiting impatiently as she unlocks the front door. She glances over her shoulder at me, her expression full of heated promise before she starts up the stairs. I slam the door behind me and follow her up, grabbing her by the waist the moment we’re in her bedroom, and I haul her to me.

“Finally,” I murmur just before I kiss her.

She returns the kiss with as much enthusiasm as I’m feeling. I can’t stop thinking about what happened in the parking lot-and how fucking surreal the entire moment was. Did I actually confess my feelings for this girl in front of her brother and everyone else?

Or did I stake a claim on her because, as Blake the asshole so kindly pointed out, I hate to lose?

Yeah no. It has nothing to do with losing and everything to do with this perfect, delicious girl in my arms. With the intoxicating mouth and curvy body. The perfect ass and giant tits that are currently pressed firmly against my chest.

Fuck, just having this girl in my arms sets my blood on fire.

I cup the side of her face, tilting her head to change the angle of our kiss and when my tongue strokes deep, my mystery girl moans.

My cock hardens in response.

Tiny shivers ripple through her and when I finally break away from her lips, her teeth are literally..

Chattering?

back, trying to warm

a jerky nod. “Aren’t

Maybe

should take a

a moment before I slowly pull away, a devious smile stretching across my

seemingly embarrassed “I don’t think I’m

God. I need to move slow. “Okay. Just know

is faint. “You’re so

has ever called me sweet. That’s not a word anyone

in my gut. “Okay, there’s the mean boy who pushed me into a supply closet and shoved his hand down my

slip my fingers beneath her chin, tilting her head back so her gaze meets mine. “I’m sure I could shove you into a closet somewhere around here and

and removing my hand from her face. “I need to shower

any more time. “I just want to get out of

Ryan’s room to wear and throw your wet clothes in the dryer. You know where the laundry room is, right? You

so amused, teasing the rich

dryer. My maid showed me.” I’m teasing her right back. We don’t have a maid and she

do have a

and I nearly topple over, it’s so unexpected. I like this

back and wait for me in

not going anywhere,” I growl, pulling her

as she starts to pull away from

ass that sends her running out of her room and straight into the bathroom, slamming the door. Within seconds I hear the water turn on and the wet plop of clothes landing on the floor. My imagination goes into overdrive and I

Ryan’s room, rummaging through his stuff until I find a pair of