You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
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 likelygoing 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 andagain, wishing I had enough time to blow dry it. I slip on a robe mymom gave me a couple of Christmas's ago. It's black with giant whitepolka 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 definitelyappreciate my nakedness.

After stalling long enough, I finally exit the bathroom, crossing theshort 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 wayboys sit and his head bent as he stares at his phone. He's wearing lightgray sweats and nothing else.

Nothing. Else.

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

I've seen him before without a shirt on. I've actually had his dick in mymouth. But there is something about him waiting for me like this that is50...

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 hisphone onto the mattress like he could care less what's happening onsocial media.

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

“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 closeenough, he hooks his arm around my waist. I rest my hands on hisshoulders, standing in between his spread legs, breathless when hepulls 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 totake it off.”

He arches a brow as he pulls away slightly, reaching for the belt. Heslowly unties it while I stand there, trembling despite the hot shower Ijust took. Despite how his heated gaze singes me from the inside out.I'm nervous. Anxious to his calm. His movements are slow. Deliberate.He pulls the belt off and lets it fall to the floor, the robe fabricimmediately parting and revealing most of my naked body

His gaze never leaves mine as he slips his hands inside of the robe, andI lock my knees so I don’t crumble to the ground. His cool fingers skimmy stomach, making me jump and my heart races so hard, I'm scaredhe'll see it pounding away beneath my skin.

“You're beautiful,” he whispers right before he leans in and places hismouth on my stomach. I close my eyes, trying my best to chase the fearaway. Blindly, I reach for him, tangling my fingers in his hair, holdinghim to me.

I stand before him as he examines me with his hands and his eyes whileI keep mine

closed, letting my other senses take over. The scent of his hair as itbrushes across my belly, his soft, warm mouth tickling my skin. Thesound of his accelerated breaths as his hands curve around to cup mybutt. Those big hands slip downward, his fingers coming teasingly closeto the place I want them the most, and a breathy moan leaves me whenhe removes his hands from my body completely.

He's such a tease.

“Let's take this off,” he murmurs and I shrug out of the robe, letting itfall to the floor.

When he doesn't do or say anything, I crack my eyes open to replace himexamining me as if I'm a painting hanging on a museum wall.

“What?” I ask, my voice cracking.

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

I want to laugh, but can't. “So poetic.”

His gaze lifts to mine. “Not a word anyone would use to describe me.”“Maybe you're only poetic for me,” I whisper, reaching for him so I cancup the side of his face.

He smiles and my heart catches. He's the beautiful one. I don't knowhow I got so lucky to catch this boy's attention, but here I am. Standingin front of him in my bedroom, no one else in the house, and I'mcompletely naked.

If anyone would've told me a couple of months ago this would behappening, I would've laughed in their face. Impossible.

Easton didn't even know I existed

And now look at us.

“You're a virgin, aren't you.” He doesn't ask it like a question.

An awkward laugh leaves me. “Is it that obvious?”

“No, I just-1 figured.” He strokes my hip again, back and forth. Drawingcloser and closer to my pussy. “I don't want to hurt you.”

“You won't,” I say with confidence.

His fingers trail across the skin just above my pubic hair, teasing. “Yousure about that?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He's quiet, concentrating on his exploration. And when his fingers slipbetween my legs, parting me, I catch my breath, sinking my teeth intomy lower lip. My eyes fall closed when he touches me there.

I've touched myself before but I didn't know just how good it could bewhen someone else does it.

And Easton knows exactly what he’s doing.