You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Harper

I can definitely see what I have done to him.

Oh my God, his dick is huge.

Massive.

I’ll never be able to handle it.

If I ever even get the chance to have it.

He thrust those hips against me so smoothly, my eyes nearly crossed. And the way the boy kisses…it’s as if I’ve died and I’m floating on a white, fluffy cloud,

only brought to life by his persuasive lips and delicious tongue. All that hip grinding and wandering hands and the heavy, hot breaths against my skin.

I’m practically a pile of sweaty goo on our bathroom floor.

No wonder people go on and on about sex. What I just experienced was freaking amazing, and it was merely a simple kissing session.

But I don’t care that he doesn’t want to leave, he needs to. Someone else could come knocking on the door or the lights could turn on at any second. What would happen then? Would Easton still feel the same way if he saw

who I was? Would he freak out that he’s been making out with his best friend’s sister?

I don’t know.

I also don’t want to take the chance of finding out.

I want to remember this night just like this, with my skin on fire and lips stinging and swollen and the memory of him telling me how hot my body is.

“Easton…” I start, finding his waist, touching his chiseled muscles, my fingers getting lost in the grooves between each ab. I open my mouth to tell him to leave. I need so badly to say those words, but

the way his hard-on is pressed against me, the way his body feels so scrumptious under my hands, my head is filling with other thoughts.

Ones that involve him staying and his mouth returning to mine and

No, Harper

This has to end.

Now.

“Easton,” I attempt again, “you really have to go,” I reinforce, leading him in the dark toward the door.

His fingers graze my chin. “You’re going to miss my mouth.”

He’s right about that.

I suck in some air, giving myself the courage to jumble with the lock, twisting it vertically, the handle releasing as I pull it open.

“Not even a good-bye kiss?” he asks from the doorway.

One more and I won’t have the strength to push him away. I’ll tug him right back inside and let him untie every string of my suit.

“You already know what my lips taste like,” I say softly, touching them with my free hand. “Now, you can dream about them.”

I gently guide him through the threshold and lock the door,

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sagging my body against it. I take a big, fortifying breath, the quivers leaping in my chest, the tingles exploding in my stomach.

Did that really just happen?

I’m running my fingers over my lips, reminiscing about the way Easton’s had felt when the lights turn on, the brightness so jarring, I cover my eyes

I can’t believe my luck. If this had happened seconds before, everything would be different. He would know it’s me.

But I’m all alone in here and our kiss is my secret.

I smile, staring at my reflection in

the mirror. I’m a mess. My cheeks and chest are flushed a deep pink. My eyes are sparkling. My hair is in chaos from his hands.

My skin grows warmer at the words lingering in my brain.

His words. His hands.

All over me.

There’s a knock on the door and I’m nervous that Easton’s returned.

“Who is it?” | ask.

“It’s Sadie, silly, let me in.”

“The lights go out and you disappeared! I had no idea where you were,” she chastises, scooting her way inside and shutting the door. “Are you all right?”