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 as his eyes

nothing but a matching lacy thong that's high on

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

"Fuck!"

he growls.

"Shit!"

and

"Fuck!"

it

say, arching

it when

tugs my thong completely from my body, tossing it onto the

grabs my ass, and then his tongue is running down the back

over me as I slam back against him, needing him

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

grunt, he peels

touch his six—pack and imagine my tongue

the front of his jeans

a hurry, he undoes them and kicks them off, then

as I stare up

hand gripping my hips to the way the heat of his

lowers his head and presses a

have always

he whispers.

"Always."

as I reach for his shoulders, then slide my hands around his neck and pull him close,

"Guess what?"

"What?"

asks against

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

it's you."

funny expression

pulls his hand from my thigh, sliding it up my stomach between my breasts until he finally rests on my chest,

wondering what he's

is pure sexy

lips are on my

he

My heart.

It's yours.

will always be

And you'll always be..."

ear with his teeth again and

"Mine."

hips bucking

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

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, and I'm ready for it, so on board as I kiss him back with

The bad.

The good.

The insecurities.