You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Easton

I’ll kiss this girl and figure out who she is. I’ve kissed pretty much every girl worth kissing in our class, yet I don’t recognize her voice.

She could be disguising it though. Trying to trick me. Plus, I’m a little drunk.

I know this girl. I have to.

Her skin is like silk. Soft to the touch. Her fragrance is intoxicating. I keep breathing it in deep, letting the delicate floral

scent fill my senses. Not too sweet. A hint of sexy.

She’s all curves. Her flaring hips and tiny waist are the perfect ratio. And when I had her pinned earlier, that lush ass tucked against my crotch, my dick sprang to life, eager to come out and play.

But I’m not going to fuck this girl in a dark bathroom. I don’t even know who she is.

I’ll kiss her though. I’m not above

that.

“Wait a minute.” She braces her

hands on my chest the moment she’s facing me, and her touch is like a brand. Hot fingertips press

into my pecs, making me shiver, and no girl makes me shiver. “What are you doing?”

“Shh.” I remove my hand from her hip, my fingers brushing against her chest by accident as I reach for her neck. Damn, her tits are big. Can’t touch her there yet, though. I need to ease her into this. “Tell me your name.”

A shuddery breath leaves her, but otherwise, she says nothing.

Okay, mystery girl.

I curve my fingers around the side of her neck and tip her head back. Leaning in, I hover my face above hers, my eyes slowly adjusting to

the darkness, barely able to make out her features. Big, dark eyes watch me in return. Pert nose. Plump lips part

Dipping my head, I brush my mouth against hers.

It’s as if my entire body comes to life at first contact of our lips. A jolt passes from her into me, electrifying my blood, my skin. The tiny hairs on my arms stand on end as I pull her into me, that curvy body nestling against mine as ! deepen the kiss with a teasing thrust of my tongue.

She parts her lips eagerly, her tongue meeting mine. It’s a shy swipe. Tentative. Unsure. I slowly

circle my tongue around hers, showing her what to do, knowing in an instant that she’s never done this before.

I’m her first. I still don’t who this girl is, but she tastes like heaven.

She’s sweet. So sweet. She runs her hands up and down my chest as if she’s unable to control herself and I groan into her mouth, my hand curving around the back of her head so I can hold her firmly. We devour each other, my tongue thrusting, hers meeting. Retreating. I chase after it, wanting more.

More, more, more.

We cling to each other, our accelerated breaths the only sound in the room. She whimpers when I sink my teeth into her lower lip. A breathy moan leaves her when I dare to touch her right tit, my thumb finding her nipple. It’s hard, straining against the fabric and I rub tiny circles over it. Again and again.

“Oh God,” she whispers when I break the kiss to run my lips down her neck.

“Who the fuck are you?” I ask as ! nip and lick at her sensitive skin, making her tremble.

I return my mouth to hers, consuming her once more. She‘s

She breaks the kiss, her breathing ragged, her face still turned toward mine. I remove my hand from her ass to touch her cheek. Her lips. Cup my fingers around her chin “You’re bad for me.” I tell her.

“Once I start with you, I won’t be able to stop.” I kiss her, our lips clinging. “Ever.” Another kiss. “You’re addicting.” I nibble at her bottom lip. “Tell me your name.”

“No,” I growl before I deliver a brutal kiss. One that shows her how much I want her. How much I could unleash on her, though | won’t. She trembles in my arms yet returns the kiss with equal hunger, as if she can’t get enough of me.