You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

 Harper

 It takes mere minutes to make it into the bedroom.

The door closes, my mouth opens to drink in more of his kiss as our foreheads press together.

I can feel the heat of his body, the want from the way his cock strains against his jeans.

I reach down and touch him.

He shudders, his entire body shaking like we've never had sex before like we've never had moments like this.

Why does this feel different? It is.

And I don't know why.

But this is different.

It's not just us in this room—it's our forever.

I don't know why I feel like crying...

it's not like they're sad tears, everything about this moment is happy, it's everything.

Easton pulls away, his eyes lock onto mine.

I couldn't look away if I tried.

"I love you."

He shoves me back onto the bed.

"Forever.

Always."

I shove him back and love the way he frowns like he's getting his favorite toy taken away from him in confusion.

"Wait."

I hold up my hand.

His hungry look is all it takes for me to quickly pull off the sweatshirt.

Little does he know that I'd been planning my own Valentine's Day surprise, and it has everything to do with sexy lingerie and his mouth on mine.

I toss the sweatshirt to the ground and grin up at him as I lay against the bed.

I'm wearing a white and red bra that leaves basically nothing to the imagination with its strategic lace.

My boobs look huge, and he looks ready to shove his face between them and die a sweet death.

Easton licks his lips, his eyes going from my boobs to my eyes, then back down again like he's trying to be a gentleman and control himself when all he wants to do is go all caveman, which I would so love.

Pull my hair.

Stick your cock inside me.

Throw me against the wall.

Maybe we'll make permanent dents in the Lakehouse? One can only hope.

"Damn,"

he finally whispers.

"Your tits..."

I grin.

"Nice, right?"

sweatpants, tossing them with the sweatshirt, and I swear Easton nearly swallows his tongue

in nothing but a matching lacy thong that's high on

the small strings on the sides, then flip over onto my stomach and arch

"Fuck!"

he growls.

"Shit!"

hit my ass gently and then

"Fuck!"

like it when

arching toward

it

and tugs my thong completely from my body, tossing it onto

is running down the back of

over me as I slam back against him, needing him in ways I don't even

by the hips again and flips me onto my back, hovering

he

shake as I touch his six—pack

his jeans and

undoes them and kicks them

washes over me as I

hips to the way the heat of

and presses

should have

he whispers.

"Always."

tear slides down my cheek onto the pillow as I reach for his shoulders, then slide my hands around his neck and

"Guess what?"

"What?"

against my

in my head, it's always been you, even

it's you."

pulls back a funny expression

hand from my thigh, sliding it up my stomach between my breasts

frown, wondering

is pure

lips are

then he

My heart.

It's yours.

will always be

And you'll always be..."

ear with his

"Mine."

my hips

all over, my hesitation, his, our words, and the way

it as he kisses me hard, his mouth slamming against mine like he's trying to make a point or possibly stake a claim, and I'm ready for it, so on board as I kiss him back

The bad.

The good.

The insecurities.