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?"

hands back and then slowly shrug out of my sweatpants, tossing them with the sweatshirt, and

a matching lacy thong

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

"Fuck!"

he growls.

"Shit!"

my ass gently and then

"Fuck!"

like it when

arching toward

I like it when

on my neck and tugs my thong completely from my body, tossing it onto

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

back against him, needing him in ways I don't even think my

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

a grunt, he peels off his

shake as I touch his six—pack and imagine my tongue in between

front of his

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

as I stare up into

gripping my hips to the way the heat of his body

his head and

should have always

he whispers.

"Always."

his shoulders, then slide my hands around

"Guess what?"

"What?"

against my

in my head, it's

it's you."

funny expression on

pulls his hand from my thigh, sliding it up my stomach between my breasts until

wondering what he's

is pure sexy

head descends, his lips are on

then he whispers,

My heart.

It's yours.

always be

And you'll always be..."

with

"Mine."

hips bucking

and the way we've been lingering on the edge of this

me hard, his mouth slamming against mine like he's trying to make a point or possibly

The bad.

The good.

The insecurities.