You’re Mine

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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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.”

He arches a brow as he pulls away slightly, reaching for the belt. He slowly unties it while I stand there, trembling despite the hot shower I just 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 fabric immediately parting and revealing most of my naked body

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

“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.

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

closed, letting my other senses take over. The scent of his hair as it brushes across my belly, his soft, warm mouth tickling my skin. The sound of his accelerated breaths as his hands curve around to cup my butt. Those big hands slip downward, his fingers coming teasingly close to the place I want them the most, and a breathy moan leaves me when he 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 it fall to the floor.

When he doesn’t do or say anything, I crack my eyes open to find him examining 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 my hip. “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 can cup the side of his face.

He smiles and my heart catches. He’s the beautiful one. I don’t know how I got so lucky to catch this boy’s attention, but here I am. Standing in front of him in my bedroom, no one else in the house, and I’m completely naked.

If anyone would’ve told me a couple of months ago this would be happening, 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-I figured.” He strokes my hip again, back and forth. Drawing closer 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. “You sure about that?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He’s quiet, concentrating on his exploration. And when his fingers slip between my legs, parting me, I catch my breath, sinking my teeth into my 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 be when someone else does it.

And Easton knows exactly what he’s doing.