RUN AWAY || H.S

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟖𝟗*

Harry's POV.

"Damn, baby bug" Harry leaned in to kiss a hot trail across my neck. "Can I fuck you in this storeroom? I'll fuck you in this storeroom real good"

I laughed. "Is that why we really came in today? To fuck me in the storeroom while our best friends have their baby?"

Harry's breath was scalding hot against the chilled skin of my throat. His cold hands crept up under my t-shirt, toying with my nipples through my bra. "Maybe."

"And if I say no?"

Harry's grip on my breasts roughened; he straightened from my neck and plundered my mouth fiercely. I gasped into the kiss. It never failed to amaze me the quickness with which Harry could arouse me.

After a time Harry broke the kiss to grin down at me. "Are you really going to say no?"

"Cocky bastard," I muttered. "They are having a fucking baby. What if they need us or some one look for us?"

Harry smiled wickedly, "Zayn knows where we are. I don't think he'll bother us or let anyone bother us. Besides, I'll be quick. I promise"

I arched an eyebrow, biting back a sarcastic reply. I was already turned on more than I'd admit; it took all my willpower to step out of Harry's embrace. His hand slipped from under my shirt, his expression bewildered as I picked up the forgotten clipboard. "I'm sorry Harry, but the baby will be here any fucking minute"

The growl of disappointment was a deep rumble in Harry's throat. I turned my back to him, resuming to button up my jeans. Behind me I could feel Harry staring, the undisguised heat of his gaze burned into me; I tried my damnedest to ignore him. There was a distinct wetness in my panties that betrayed me, but Harry didn't need to know that.

It's not like I haven't fucked Harry in public places. Hell, I fucked him in the theatre in very open just to win a fucking bet. The thought that Zayn knows or a worker could walk in on us held me back; it was frightening and yet such a turn-on. If I looked Harry in the eye, he would know how I felt; I'd never been able to hide my desire from him.

I'd buttoned and zipped up my jean shorts before I felt Harry's approach. I didn't need to turn around to know he was standing right behind me; the heat of his body in the small storage room announced his nearness.

Wordlessly he ran a finger down the length of my spine; the slight contact burned through my t-shirt. I shivered but said nothing; I didn't trust my mouth to say 'no' when all I really wanted was to say 'yes'.

Not having been rebuked, Harry continued his touching, exploring the curve of my ass and hips. Biting my lip I tried to ignore the rush of feeling which shot instantly to my pussy and continue my work. Undaunted, Harry kept up his exploration, stepping closer to press himself against my back, his erection an obvious intruder wedged between us.

It was more than difficult to keep my head on straight and move anywhere or open the goddamn door to leave with the heat of Harry's touch over my body. I could feel my breathing quicken, my heart beat more rapidly; I closed my eyes and prayed for willpower, cursing the weakness of my body and the strength of my desire for him.

The part of me that wanted to deny him seemed to be melting away.

I didn't put up much of a struggle when Harry turned me about to face him. The heated desire in his eyes stole the breath from my body. How was it possible that someone wanted me this badly? Panicking over more than the risk of getting caught, I resorted to humor to ward him off. "It's fucking hot in here, just how are you going to get into my panties?"

The roguish twinkle in his eyes made me laugh; humor was no weapon against Harry. "The same way I always do. Easily."

I punched Harry on the shoulder but couldn't hide my grin. He was so cocky sometimes it was unbelievable. How could I say no to those gleaming emerald eyes and downright sexy smirk?