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?"

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

nothing but a matching lacy thong that's high

strings on the sides, then flip over onto my stomach

"Fuck!"

he growls.

"Shit!"

hands hit my ass gently and then firmer as

"Fuck!"

like it when you

say, arching toward

like it when you

down on my neck and tugs my thong completely from my body, tossing

his tongue is running down the back of my thighs as he

over me as I slam back against him, needing him

is nothing but pure need as he groans and grips me by the hips again

grunt, he peels off his

his six—pack and imagine my tongue in between each

of his

a hurry, he undoes them and kicks them off, then leans down and kisses

me as I stare up into

hips to the way the heat of his body

his head and

have

he whispers.

"Always."

tear slides down my cheek onto the pillow as I reach for his shoulders, then

"Guess what?"

"What?"

against my

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

it's you."

pulls back a funny expression on

thigh, sliding it up my stomach between my breasts

wondering what he's

smile is pure

lips are

then he whispers,

My heart.

It's yours.

always be

And you'll always be..."

hesitates, then tugs my ear with

"Mine."

gasp, my hips

then it's all over, my hesitation, his, our words, and the way we've been lingering

mine like he's trying to make a point or possibly stake a claim, and I'm ready for it, so on board

The bad.

The good.

The insecurities.