You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Harper

The shower did wonders for my cold skin but I’m still a mess of nerves. Knowing Easton is in my room, waiting for me. That we’re most likely going to take our relationship to the next level and have sex…

It’s exciting.

Scary.

Overwhelming.

Freaking terrifying

I rub lotion all over my body. Run a brush through my hair again and again, wishing I had enough time to blow dry it. I slip on a robe my mom gave me a couple of Christmas’s ago. It’s black with giant white polka dots on it, and it’s super short, barely covering my butt.

That’s all I wear. Not necessarily sexy, but I know Easton will definitely appreciate my nakedness.

After stalling long enough, I finally exit the bathroom, crossing the short hall into my bedroom. I slip inside the room and close the door, my mouth falling open at the scene in

front of me.

Easton sitting on the corner of my bed, his legs spread wide in that way boys sit and his head bent as he stares at his phone. He’s wearing light gray sweats and nothing else.

Nothing. Else.

His chest is on full display, and I drink in all that smooth skin covering sleek muscle. His broad shoulders and chest. The rigid muscles of his abs. His flat stomach with the thin trail of dark hair that leads from his navel, disappearing into the sweats.

I’ve seen him before without a shirt on. I’ve actually had his dick in my mouth. But there is something about him waiting for me like this that is so…

Sexy.

And that’s not a word I use lightly-if at all.

Easton lifts his head, his gaze meeting mine and he smiles, tossing his phone onto the mattress like he could care less what’s happening on social media.

All that matters is what’s happening right now. Between us.

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“That was a long shower.”

His deep, gravelly voice rumbles through me, settling between my legs. “I needed to warm up.”

“I can warm you up.” His smile fades and his expression turns serious. “Come here.”

push away from the door and slowly go to him, and when I’m close enough, he hooks his arm around my waist. I rest my hands on his shoulders, standing in between his spread legs, breathless when he pulls me even closer and rests his chin on my robe covered stomach, gazing up at me.

“I wanna take this off.” He toys with the fabric belt of my robe.

A shuddery breath leaves me and I decide to be bold. “I want you to take it off.”

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers right before he leans in and places his mouth on my stomach. I close my eyes, trying my best to chase the fear away. Blindly, I reach for him, tangling my fingers in his hair, holding him to me.

“What?” I ask, my voice cracking.

“I never get a chance to really look at you.” He runs his hand over my hip. “And you truly are beautiful. Like a work of art.”