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?"

of my sweatpants, tossing them with the sweatshirt, and I swear Easton nearly swallows his tongue whole as his

nothing but a matching lacy

then flip over onto my stomach and arch

"Fuck!"

he growls.

"Shit!"

gently and then firmer as he digs

"Fuck!"

it

arching

like it

tugs my thong

and then his tongue is running down the

as I slam back against him, needing him in

me by the hips again and flips me

grunt, he peels

six—pack and imagine my

grab the front of his jeans and

kicks them

as I stare up

feel him everywhere, from his hand gripping my hips to

he lowers his head and presses a

have

he whispers.

"Always."

my cheek onto the pillow as I reach for his shoulders, then slide my hands around his neck and pull him close, deepening the

"Guess what?"

"What?"

asks against my

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

it's you."

a funny expression

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

frown, wondering what

is pure sexy

descends, his lips are

bites, then he whispers, “It's

My heart.

It's yours.

always be

And you'll always be..."

ear with his

"Mine."

my hips bucking

all over, my hesitation, his, our words, and the way we've been lingering on the edge

my hair tugging it as he kisses me hard, his mouth slamming against mine like he's trying to make a point or possibly stake a claim,

The bad.

The good.

The insecurities.