You’re Mine

 Chapter 65

 Harper

 Naked. In Easton’s hot tub. Definitely not the way I expected to spend my afternoon, but this is the best surprise ever.

 Andonethat certainly makes up for the fight with Aisha.

 I don’t waste a second longer thinking about her and Iimmediately peel off my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the chair and rush over to the stairs.

 “It’s hot,” Easton warns. “Be careful.”

 I knowhe’s talking about the water, but the warning feels fitting for what’s going to happen once Igetinside.

 I take his hand and slowly sink into the scalding tub, his arms instantly surrounding me.

 “Get over here,” he roars, pulling me onto his lap.

 I’m met with the hardness of his cock, the taste of vodka on his lips, the heat and slipperiness of his skin. I wrap my arms around his neck, giving him tiny pecks, not lasting more than a few seconds without kissing him.

 “You feel so good.” His palms slide up my back and around mybutt, moving to the front of mewherehekneadsmynipples. “Ithought Icould wait until we dried off and I got you into mybed, but I can’t. I need to have you right now.”

 “In here?” I’ve never even kissed in water, let alone done anything more. “But we don’t have a condom. Unless there’s one in your wallet?”

 “You’re on the pill.” The words vibrate against my mouth as he speaks them, a tingle igniting between my legs. “You’re clean, obviously. I’m clean. The pill will stop you fromgetting pregnant. I see no need for acondom, unless you do?”

 His fingers dip into the water, finding mywetness, turning in a circle once they’re fully inside me.

 “Eastonnn,” I moan, dragging his name into several syllables. “I see no reason at all.”

Hedoesn’t stop there, his thumb bends to myclit, adding pressure to that sensitive spot.

 “Oh fuck.” Myhead tilts back into the water. “I need you.”

 I don’t have a chance tofill my lungs.

 I don’t even have asecond tostraighten my neck.

 Not before hegives meexactly what Iasked for, plunging inside me, his cock completely filling me.

 “Fuuuck me,” hesighs. “You’re so tight and so fucking wet.”

 Mywholebodyhumsashedivesintomeagain, histhumbcircling the topof me.

 “Oh myGod.”

 Even though I’m straddling his waist, he takes control, rocking my hips back and forth, hitting the end of me. That’s a place so far, so deep, I didn’t think he could reach it, but each time he grazes across it, I find myself moaning.

 Needing.

 Desperate for, “More,” I beg, my nails digging into his skin, my body now bucking.

 “Tell me what youwant, Harper.”

 Ourstares connect, and I can see the pleasure spreading through his face.

 “Faster.” Once he gives it to me, I add, “Harder.”

 “You dirty, dirty girl.”

 Heflips me around, myback nowpressedagainst the jet, my legs spread while he pounds into me. He circles his hips after each thrust, sinking into me and pulling out, before the pattern repeats. But what doesn’t change is his thumb, relentlessly rubbing across that sensitive spot. grasp for the side of the tub, trying to brace for what’s about to happen, but I can’t get a grip, it’s too slippery.

 All I can do is hold Easton.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

 Myfeet cling to the back of his thighs, my nails find his skin and sink in. My mouth searches for his and I moan against his lips as his power increases. It’s like he’s reading my body, giving me exactly what I need, what will make mescream, what will make metremble.

Andthat’s what is happening now.

 “Easton!” I shout, unable to slow down the sensation, the build that’s blasting through me. “Fuck yes!”

 “Let mefeel it.”

 There’s something about his demand that makes myquivers explode, that sends every burst and spark through my bodyat aspeedthat makes itimpossible to breathe.

 Hedoesn’t let up.

 Hedoesn’t slow.

 AndIdon’t want himto.

 Herears his hips back and plunges into me. “That’s it,” he hisses. “That tightness is just what I want.” He holds my face steady, aiming my lips to his. “Feeling you comeis thesexiest thing in the entire world.”

 I’m lost

 Thavenocontrol overthe sensations inside me.

 They hit a peak that’s more intense than I’ve ever felt and slowly begin to die down. Buteven then, hedoesn’t stop. He doesn’t calm. If anything, his dives becomesharper, more emotion-filled, and my body is sucking up each one.

 “Goddamnit, Harper, you’re so fucking wet.” He’s breathing against my lips.

 “You’re going to make mecome…isthatwhatyouwant?”

 The smolderin mylower stomachhas returned. That spark, the one that makes meshudder. “Yesss.”

 “Say it louder.”

 I can barely speak. Think. Breathe.

 But I can give himwhathewantswhenhe’salreadygivingmeso much. “Easton,”

 I cry, my body consumed, afewmorepumpsandI’llbe sent over thatedge again.

 “I want you to come.”

 His sounds turn more guttural, his grip on me strengthening. His thumb flicks across my clit with a serious agenda and I’mso far gone, I don’t even know where I amanymore.

 “Ahhh!” I feel my lips moving, but I’m not controlling them. “Yes!”

The tingles move upmystomach andintomychest.

 “I can feel you coming again.” He bites down on myearlobe. “Now, it’s my turn.”

 Ourlips collide and I feel the moment his body releases.

 Because mine is doing the samething.

 “Harper, fuck!”

 The sensation of him filling me is something I’ve never felt before and it only adds to what’s already happening inside me.

 “Don’t stop,” I beg, my fingers practically stabbing him.

 Each wave slaps against me-the ones in the tub, the ones in my body, andI’m so consumed bythefeeling, by the wayhis presence ownsme.

 “You feel so fucking good.” His movements turn even more dominant, intoxicating, and .. when I don’t think I can take another second of pleasure, he begins to kiss me.

 It’s a gentle embrace.

 Soft.

 But controlling in a way where another rush of wetness soaks between mylegs.

 “MyGod,”Iwhisper. “You’re fire.”

 Heshakes his head. “Andyou’re myfucking drugthat I can’tget enough of.”

 I circle my legs around his waist, keeping him locked inside me. “Don’t go.”

 Helaughs, a sexy, hungry sound. “It sounds like you want more.”

 “MaybeIdo.”

 Heslips out of me, and Ifeel myself close in, my body instantly missing him. But that only lasts for a second because his hand is down there again. At that spot.

 Circling. Rubbing. Giving me a pressure that has me moaning.

 “You thought I was done,” hegrowls in myear, “but we’re just getting started.”