More Than You Know (h.s)

Chapter Twenty Six.

ROSALIE'S POV ❁

- Four Years Ago -

"I don't remember the last time we spent a night apart. Is this whole tradition thing really necessary?" I ask Harry in a childish manner as I lean against his chest, pouting while running my fingers up his back. His skin is bare and soft under my fingertips.

"Yeah, baby. We can't ruin it just so that you can snuggle with me. If we get through tonight we've got a whole two weeks to spend every second together, okay? No work, no school, no more wedding planning. Just a hotel room on the beach for us to do anything in." He murmurs back while kissing both of my cheeks. Our faces are leaned in close together and neither of us have dared to try and distance ourselves the slightest bit.

"We've been waiting for so long though. I don't think I can wait another night." I whisper back. My face nuzzles into his neck for a few seconds before I lean up to look at him again. Our lips brush against each other's momentarily, then Harry peers down at me again. I'm practically on his lap with my legs sprawled over his and locked around his waist.

Our rehearsal wedding dinner ended only twenty minutes ago and everyone headed out to settle into their hotel rooms for the night while Harry and I snuck off to our own hotel room that we stayed in the night before. He's supposed to attend his bachelor party tonight and I'm supposed to do the same for myself, but we both purposely planned the events for a half hour after the dinner ended so that we could spend a little while together before spending the night apart.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" Harry asks after a few seconds of silence. He's ignored our previous topic which I'm thankful for. I'm dreading the thought of spending a night in the same hotel but in different rooms.

"Sorta. Are you?" I ask back. He leans in again and I kiss the corner of his lips while waiting for him to respond.

"A bit. I'm not too worried, though. I mean, the alter could end up in flames and it'd still be the best damn day of my life." He teases back. I lean in and kiss him while giggling, then tug gently on his bottom lip with my teeth instead of responding.

"God, Rosie," Harry groans lowly. His hand squeeze gently at my hips while our lips connect even further once again. His tongue expertly invades my mouth and our lips continue to move together feverishly while we attempt to grope every part available of each other's bodies.

"Can we make love? I'll go crazy tomorrow if I have to go the whole day feeling a bunch of weird emotions for you and knowing I haven't had you in days." I ask breathily while pulling back to glance at him. My hands stay cupping his cheeks while his own hands move up to brush hair away from my face.

"I don't think we have time, baby. If we're not back to our parties on time they'll send out a search party for us both. It was already a challenge to get here." Harry whispers back. My hands drop from his face and he hisses lowly when I palm the front of his slacks with the palm of my hand. His shirt was discarded the second we got into the room, but we both paced ourselves with the bottom halves of our clothing to keep ourselves in check.

"We've been so busy this last week though, I don't even remember what sex is like." I dramatically whine to him. Harry chuckles lowly and shakes his head at me while ducking down to press his lips to my neck.

"You're such a drama queen. Let's just hold out for tonight and save all the excitement for tomorrow night. Do you realize how good it will feel to finally make love as husband and wife? Personally, I don't think any sex could top how it's going to be tomorrow night. I'm already excited." He motions down to his pants and we both grin as I trace the outline of his erection with my fingers.