Best selling author Harry Styles is kind, sweet and charming. He's all someone would ever want and more.
Journalist and workaholic Nina Garcia is smart, caring and most importantly stubborn.
They formed a relationship.
Had a kid.
5 years later th...
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By the time we're in Harry's bedroom, our hands are urgently running over each others bodies as our lips are moving just the same. Harry's fingertips tug the bottom of my sweater teasingly, before he's swiftly pulling it over my head. He holds my face with his warm hand leaning in to continue kissing me.
Taking a step back to move closer towards his bed, the klutz in me just so happens to trip over my own feet before Harry grabs onto my waist to stop me from falling on my ass. I throw my head back in laughter, feeling him grin into my neck and place soft and short kisses onto my skin like his life depended on it.
His hands wander behind my back, running his fingers up and down my spine before they pause right under my bra strap, unclipping it. Harry pulls away from me, eyeing me down before leaving a long and hot kiss to my lips. "Never going to get over how beautiful you are." He whispers.
"Thank you." I respond quietly as my legs hit the edge of the bed. He continues to work his way forward and I fall back onto the bed watching his dark green eyes fill with lust.
Something tells me that tonight was going to be different than the others and the thought of what can happen has my stomach fluttering.
I watch Harry slip his own shirt off, my eyes drifting down at his inked skin and muscles and seeing him smirk up at me before both of his legs are kneeled beside my thighs.
Fluttering my eyes shut, I feel him lean down, leaving a trail of kisses. I hum as he makes his way back up to my face and open my eyes back up to meet his.
"Hi." I whisper with a smile.
"Hi, gorgeous." Harry stares at me for a few seconds, smiling back. "You sure you want this?"
My heart warms at his question. He's always asks me this before we initiate any kind of sexual interaction. It's good to know that he cares for what I want.
"I'm positive." I respond surely. He lets out a held breathe before he's pressing his lips against me again.
"I. love. you." He pecks between words. "I've never stopped and I don't think I ever will."
I feel my chest rise up and down, my breath getting heavier with the sound of his words. I don't even think there are words I can use to describe what I'm feeling at the moment.
"I love you." I respond hearing him let out a relieved breath into my neck.
"Please, say it again." Harry says. "Please, say it again and never stop."
"I love you." I say confidently. His hands roam down to my sweats, tugging the waistband before they're slipped completely off of me.
Slowly, through our kisses each item of clothing disappears and Harry remains on top of me. His lips landing on my breasts and sucking on the nub of my nipple before moving to the next one. I have without a doubt that he's left hidden marks on my chest. I'm letting out small moans, my eyes fluttering shut and trying my best to stop myself from moaning out loud from pleasure.
