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?"

delicious.” He reaches, I swat his hands back and then slowly shrug out of my sweatpants, tossing them with the sweatshirt, and

but a matching lacy thong

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

"Fuck!"

he growls.

"Shit!"

gently and then firmer as

"Fuck!"

it when you

say, arching toward

I like it when

down on my neck and tugs my thong completely from my

tongue is running down the

I slam back against him, needing

groans and grips me by the hips again and flips me

a grunt, he peels off his

his six—pack and

of his jeans and flick open the

kicks them off, then leans down

washes over me as I stare up into his

to the way the heat of his body presses

as he lowers his head and presses a soft kiss

should have always been

he whispers.

"Always."

cheek onto the pillow as I reach for his shoulders, then slide my

"Guess what?"

"What?"

asks against my

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

it's you."

a funny

hand from my thigh, sliding it up my stomach between my breasts until he finally

wondering what

is

his lips are on my

he whispers, “It's

My heart.

It's yours.

always be

And you'll always be..."

hesitates, then tugs my ear with his teeth

"Mine."

hips bucking up against

all over, my hesitation, his, our words, and the way we've

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 with

The bad.

The good.

The insecurities.