RUN AWAY || H.S

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟖𝟕*

Alana's POV.

Harry and I were in Kiara's and Niall's new home. They have already paid half of the amount but are waiting to pay the other in some time in the future.

And Harry and I both know they are having financial issues to pay the other half so Harry and I decided we will pay the other half as well as for the renovation which they still don't know about.

I already knew how Kiara wanted to renovate the whole house so I went and gave the plan to the agent for renovation. And today since no workers are working on the house Harry and I decided to check on the house.

We have decided to reveal about this to Niall and Kiara in a few days when just after Kiara gives birth. Kiara and Niall's focus will be totally on their baby so they won't be able to yell at us for spending our money on their home.

There was a soft comforter kind of thing spread on the kitchen counter which I was confused about.

Is there supposed to be a comforter or anything on the kitchen counters?

Shrugging I continued looking around the kitchen.

As Harry leaned forward to show me something, his hand touched mine and I felt a jolt of excitement course through my veins. I felt his chest press gently against my shoulder as his big hands grazed over my small pale fingers.

I suddenly became aware of how fucking wet I was. My thong was soaked and the light aroma of my sex wafted up to my nostrils. Harry continued to talk as his body moved even closer; until I could feel his bulk hovering behind me, enveloping me. I was turning the wood samples into a numb state of awareness now. And I felt Harry's hand slide along my fingers and rest on the back of my hand. We both froze.

"You're so beautiful, baby bug," he whispered, only inches from my right ear. "So delicate. So lovely," he continued. "And you smell divine," he said as I felt his head lean down to kiss that magic spot where my shoulder meets my neck.

His kiss was light and unthreatening but sent a wave of desire coursing through me like I had never known before. I caught my breath, and surely he heard. He knew. He knew I was his.

I felt his large hands on my bare shoulders, squeezing and rubbing them so gently. He placed his hands on my upper arms and leaned down once again to kiss my neck, just below my ear. I felt so vulnerable on the one hand; being enveloped and surrounded by this big powerful man. Yet I felt so safe and warm on the other; a feeling of trust and security permeated every cell of my being.

"Oh, Alana, I love you" he whispered.

I wasn't sure what to do. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and to the right, and opened my mouth, hoping he would find me. He did. I felt his lips lightly brush mine and could feel and hear both of us breathing with barely controlled restraint.

Our mouths opened and our tongues explored.

I heard a deep throaty moan and realized it was me. As his kiss deepened I could feel him press his body against my back and my ass, and I felt his heat and incredible hardness that must be so constrained in his skinny jeans. I wrapped my right hand up and behind his neck to hold him close. I didn't want him going anywhere.

The sound of our rapid breathing and sloppy wet kisses was an extreme aphrodisiac, at least for me. And despite the depth and mounting passion of our kiss, I felt Harry's hands begin to move across from my arms to my upper chest, then begin a slow gentle descent over the slopes of my breasts, exposed by my low-cut dress.

My nipples were rock hard and straining, braless, against the soft fabric of my bodice. The palms of Harry's huge hands enveloped them entirely and I felt him use the tips of his calloused fingers to draw tight little circles around the distended nubbins of my swollen nipples. I caught my breath as another wave of desire swept over and through me.