You’re Mine

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. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

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

just as hungry, her arms going around my neck, her fingers sliding into my hair as she clings to me. I run my other hand down her back, over the strings of her bikini that tie behind her. One tug and I’d have that top loose. I could expose her lush flesh. Run my mouth all over her tits. Suck a nipple into my mouth. Bite it. Lick it.

Not yet, I tell myself. I can’t push too fast. This girl isn’t like that. She’s eager, but a novice.

I’ll teach her everything I know.

My hand slides down her back, resting at the base of her spine, just above the waistband of her bikini bottoms. They’re not wet,

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which means she hasn’t been in the pool. And they’re not much, as in they’re barely covering her.

I slip my fingers beneath the fabric, touching soft, soft skin. I dare to go further, skimming along the curve of her smooth ass. Her body is like a fucking wet dream, and I’m instantly hard. I want more. I want to touch her everywhere.

Will she let me?

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.

“Why?” I can hear the confusion in that one single word.

“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.”

“Isn’t it more fun when you don’t know who I am?” she asks, sounding amused.

“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.

As if she’s my perfect match.

There’s a pounding on the bathroom door and I lift my head, glaring in its direction. I’d had the forethought to lock the door when I slipped inside, right as the lights shut off, and the handle rattles, as if they’re trying to get in.

“Someone in there?”

Oh fuck. It’s Ryan.

Clearing my throat, I yell, “Occupied!”

Ryan’s quiet for a moment, just before he starts to laugh. “My bad, buddy. Hope you’re having fun in there.”

He’s gone before I can say another word.

The hot little bundle in my arms is suddenly squirming, as if she’s desperate to get away from me. I let her go, my arms dropping to my sides and she’s gone, pressing her body against the door, though the room is so damn small she’s still within arm’s reach.

“You should go,” she demands, her voice firm, yet still shaky.

A laugh escapes me. “Really? You’re kicking me out now? I can’t see where I’m going.”

“You can see enough.”

“Maybe I don’t want to leave.” I

reach for her, but she dodges away from my seeking hands. “Come on. Two seconds ago you were grinding your hot little body all over me.”

“You think my body is hot?” She sounds shocked.

“You’re on fucking fire.” I reach for her again, making contact with her hip, and I pull her in close, thrusting my torso against hers. “See what you do to me?”