You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Easton

She’s here.

Mystery girl.

The one I’ve been thinking about nonstop, searching the hallways, classrooms, even looking for her in the parking lot after school.

Now she’s in my house, breaking into my dad’s beer fridge, standing only a few feet away from me.

Waiting for me to kiss her.

Her ass was the dead giveaway. The moment I stepped into the

 

garage and saw those perfect cheeks spread high in the air, 1 knew. And then she turned around, showing off those delicious tits, nipples already perked up.

My dick throbs from inside the robe.

I need to feel her body against mine. “Come here.”

She doesn’t move, so I walk over, backing her up until she’s leaning against the fridge

I run my finger over her red, full, gorgeous lips. “I have been dreaming about these,” I say, reminding her of the last thing she said to me before she kicked me

 

out of the bathroom.

I hold her waist, getting a feel of her in this costume. Her tight, curvy body on full display, every dip and arch, begging to be caressed

She’s holding my stare hostage.

“Fuck,” I growl, pulling her against me. “You look amazing.” I tilt her waist toward me, pressing my erection into her. “Do you feel what you’ve done to me?” I draw a line from her throat to her stomach. “But seeing you in this outfit has been well worth waiting a week.”

“Easton,” she whispers, wrapping

 

her arms around my neck, bringing our faces closer.

She knows me.

But I don’t know her and that’s not fair.

I grab her ass, squeezing to the point where I lift her into the air, her legs circling my waist, hands clutching my shoulders. I walk us over to the wall, holding her back against it.

“Kiss me,” I demand.

Her face is hidden, just like the darkness in the bathroom, a sea of black covering her. I’m tempted to rip off the mask, to see who these beautiful eyes and lips belong to,

 

but her gaze stops me.

She’s taking her time drinking me in, savoring my presence.

She’s missed me, too.

And each second she waits only teases me more.

“Kiss me,” I repeat, clinging to her ass.

Her tongue rounds her top lip before it crashes against mine. Her moans fill my ears, the heat from her mouth drawing me in closer, the urge to strip off her costume so heavy in my hands.

While I circle my tongue around hers, I use the wall to hold her

 

weight, and cup my palm around her tit. Her nipple is so hard, I rub my thumb across the tip, back and forth, tugging it through her costume.

She’s purring like a fucking cat, making her choice of costume even more fitting.

I wonder what sounds she’ll make if my hand moves between her

legs.

With that thought comes another if I’m the first guy she’s ever kissed, something I still believe to be true, then I’ll be the first to touch her pussy

She’s a flavor I’ve never had before. A sweetness that’s almost tropical, a scent like one of the islands my family has vacationed on.

She releases me to grab it, looking at the screen that she keeps aimed away from me. “I have to go.”

“Now?”