Flutter |h.s|

56

Grace

With a deep breath, I work up the last bit of courage I need to open the bathroom door. Harry's showering now, but I couldn't stop thinking about him.

I tried to tell myself to stop. That this is a bad idea. But if it's so bad, why does it feel so right?

"Grace?" Harry asks when he hears the door open. The bathroom is clouded with steam from his hot shower.

"It's me." is all I respond with.

He doesn't say anything as I hesitantly reach down, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt to pull it off, leaving myself topless.

The glass shower doors are all fogged up, so I could barely make out his figure. Finally, I hook my thumbs into my shorts and underwear, pulling them off at the same time and letting them drop to the floor. I carefully step out of them, before walking to the shower.

I was surprised that he left the bathroom door unlocked. But a part of me thinks he had a feeling this would happen.

Before I open the shower door, I spot his phone on the edge of the sink. I pick it up, pressing play on his playlist to drown out whatever noise we make.

My small hand curls around the handle to the shower door, pulling it open.

His back is to me. God it's a sexy back. I try to keep my eyes up, not sure if I'm ready to see below the belt. His head turns to me, his eyes wide with excitement.

I step into the shower completely, pulling the door closed behind me. I try not to notice as his green eyes travel further down, taking in my naked body.

It's terrifying being in front of someone that sexy, completely exposed. It's even more terrifying when they're examining every inch of your body.

He turns around fully and before I could stop myself, my eyes travel down, taking in the sight of him. It's big. Fuck.

My eyes quickly go back up to his, but he's caught me looking already. He has a smug smirk, proud of his size. He should be.

His hands pull me close by my hips, his fingertips digging in slightly.

"So sexy, principessa." he whispers, before quickly closing the gap between us.

The kiss is fiery and passionate. We both know what's about to happen. I let the hot water fall onto my skin from the rain showerhead, not caring about anything but Harry.

Our kiss soon becomes intense and desperate. His hot breaths fan over my lips as he quickly comes up for air and I'm sure I'm doing the same. It's like the music isn't even on right now. All I can hear is our heavy breathing and the shower running.

Quickly, his hands find my ass, hoisting me up in one quick motion. My legs quickly wrap around his body, and I'm aware of just how close we are.

His lips go for my neck, pressing rough, open mouthed kisses before sucking and biting. I can't stop myself from letting out a whine of pleasure at the feeling. God he's skilled with his mouth.

Once he leaves enough hickeys, his lips travel further down. He walks a few steps forward, leaning me back against the shower wall. The cold tile feels amazing against my back, and his warm lips feel even more amazing around my nipple.

My hand runs through the back of his hair, holding on tight to his roots. "Fuck Harry..." I whisper, biting my lip as his tongue flicks over the sensitive bud.