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?"

with the sweatshirt, and I swear Easton

a matching lacy

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

"Fuck!"

he growls.

"Shit!"

my ass gently and then firmer

"Fuck!"

like it when

arching toward

it

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

his tongue is running down the back

slam back against him, needing

groans and grips me by the hips again and flips me onto

he

touch his six—pack and imagine my tongue

front of his jeans and flick

kicks them off, then leans down and kisses

I stare up into

my hips to the

and presses a soft kiss

should have always been

he whispers.

"Always."

for his shoulders, then

"Guess what?"

"What?"

asks against my

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

it's you."

funny expression

it up my stomach between my breasts until he finally rests on my chest, his fingertips nearly

wondering what

is pure sexy

lips are on

he

My heart.

It's yours.

will always

And you'll always be..."

with his teeth again

"Mine."

my hips bucking up against

words, and the way we've been lingering on the

trying to make a point or possibly stake a claim, and I'm

The bad.

The good.

The insecurities.