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?"

out of my sweatpants, tossing them with the sweatshirt, and I swear Easton

in nothing but a matching lacy thong that's

small strings on the sides, then flip

"Fuck!"

he growls.

"Shit!"

hit my ass gently and then firmer

"Fuck!"

like it when

say, arching

like it

my thong completely from my body, tossing it

tongue is running down the back of my

over me as I slam back against him, needing him

pure need as he groans and grips me by the hips again and flips me onto my back, hovering

grunt, he peels off his

six—pack

grab the front of his

a hurry, he undoes them and kicks them off,

washes over me as I stare up into

gripping my hips to the way

and presses

should have always been

he whispers.

"Always."

for his shoulders, then slide my hands around

"Guess what?"

"What?"

against

it all you want, but in my head, it's always been you, even when my

it's you."

pulls back a funny expression on his

stomach between my breasts until he finally rests

frown, wondering what he's

is pure sexy

descends, his lips are on

he whispers,

My heart.

It's yours.

always

And you'll always be..."

ear with his teeth again and damn

"Mine."

gasp, my hips bucking up against

and the way we've been lingering on the

slamming against mine like he's trying to make a point or

The bad.

The good.

The insecurities.