Antidote ;Sequel to Kryptonite;

Chapter Sixteen: Hungry Eyes

The moment our lips met, the world stopped. His lips collided with mine and passion surged through us. Harry practically threw me against the door. My hands reached to tangle in his curls. When I tugged on them, Harry let out a soft groan. I tugged again just to hear him groan again. His lips danced with mine until he pulled away. I audibly sighed which was followed by a pout. Why did he stop kissing me?

His intense eyes made me stop sighing instantly. His stare made my entire body tingle as I watched his tongue run over his lips. My hands reached out, longing to discard that damn shirt of his and everything else he had on. He caught my hands and pinned them above me. Harry's body was pressed against every inch of mine. Oh god, he felt amazing. In the most agonizing manner, Harry slowly lowered his lips onto my neck. He left delicate kisses all along my burning skin.

I needed him. I wanted him so bad. "Harry," I whispered, trying to get him to look at me. He hummed against my neck but made no effort to move. "Kiss me," I begged. I could feel him chuckle against my skin. "Harry," I tried again. My prayers were answered because he finally moved his lips back to mine. Our lips crashed against each other in such a heat, I felt lightheaded. Harry let go of my hands and I dug them into his back.

"Damn," he hissed against my lips. Harry tugged on the bottom of my shirt and I pulled away from the kiss just long enough to get it over my head. When our lips reconnected, I practically tore Harry's shirt off his shoulders. Harry moved my back off the wall and began walking me forward as he moved backward. I kicked off my shoes in the process as we shuffled towards the bed. Our lips couldn't stand being apart for even a second.

Our moans harmonized as we landed onto his soft comforter. "Chrissy," he breathed against my lips as he rolled on top of me. He pulled his face away so he could look me directly in the eyes. His eyes were so dark but his lips were so entrancing. I could stare at those perfect light pink lips all day. Harry opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but nothing came out. He just kept his gaze on mine as his lips turned into a grin. His warm hand cupped my cheek and I leaned my face into it. His touch was so soft and inviting. I wanted him to touch me all over. I slowly reached up and took his hand, sliding it down my cheek. His eyebrows met as he frowned at my action. I continued to slide it down my neck and over my collarbones. I kept my gaze on him as I did so. His eyes followed my hand as it skidded over my breast. Harry's eyes snapped up to mine as he realized what I was doing. "Oh," he chuckled. Normally I would have been humiliated with my actions but thanks to some liquid courage, I felt confident.

"Harry," I purred at him. "Please," I softly moaned as I grabbed his other hand and led it down my neck again. "I need you," I whispered. Harry fiercely kissed me, squeezing my skin as he did. My eyes were ready to roll back at how amazing it felt. God, I needed him. And I could feel how much he needed me. His groin was pressed against my thigh and I rolled my hips to get closer. He moaned my name into my mouth. In an instant, my bra was off and thrown across the floor. A smile danced across my lips as his eyes widened at the sight of me topless.

His hands were pure magic. I never wanted it to end. Endless moans were exchanged as I wrapped my legs around him. Harry pressed himself against me as he attacked my lips with toe-curling kisses. The passion that ran through us could start a forest fire. Harry pulled his lips away and began sucking on my neck, then to my collarbones, then down to my breast. He left a trail of hickeys and I wanted to cry out in delight but I knew we had to keep it down. Everyone was trying to sleep. For a moment, I forgot where I was. All I could focus on was Harry and his wonderful mouth. His hands reached down my backside and squeezed my butt. I let out a quiet moan as his large hands kneaded my flesh. I never wanted him to stop touching me. His tongue swirled over my skin and my body went crazy at the feeling. My skin felt like it was on fire and his cool tongue intensified it.

His mouth traveled further, reaching my stomach and kissing it all over. His large hands slowly unzipped my pants. In a flash, both my pants and panties joined my bra and I was left completely vulnerable. Harry's mouth traveled back up to mine, leaving kisses and hickeys along the way. My body was trembling with pure desire. "Chrissy," he hushed my whimpers. "You're so gorgeous," he whispered in my ear. My back arched as my body yearned for his touch. My hands reached out and fumbled with his belt. I wanted it off and I wanted him. As I fiddled with his zipper, Harry chuckled against my skin. His own hands covered mine and I looked up at him in confusion. Why was he stopping me? "Let me take care of you," his voice was at a low murmur. "You're my princess," he moved his hand to caress my cheek again. My lips formed a small smile as he leaned down and gave me a slow kiss. My mind was constantly reeling- his comment adding to it. I was his princess. His lips slowly pulled away only before he lowered them back onto mine.

Don't get me wrong- the past few kisses were steamy and hot but when he kissed me slow... I lost it. Harry could sense it and his tongue teased me. I tried to kiss him again but he moved his head away and he began to descend on my body again. "Shh," he breathed against my skin as his lips traveled further south. My body shuddered in pure bliss. I was sent to a place I had never experienced.

At some point, my body gave up on me. I passed out from the extreme drowsiness. My body was overworked and all the energy was sucked dry due to Harry. It was the most peaceful sleep I had in a year and half.

The sun peeked through the curtains as my eyes fluttered open. I groaned at the pounding headache that had formed. Jesus, how much did I drink last night? My body felt like a million pounds as I tried to shift. No matter how hard I tried to move, my body was weighed down by this warm massive- was this an arm? What the fuck?! My eyes popped back open as I looked down at the arm around my waist. My bare waist. My hand slapped over my mouth at the realization that I was naked. Slowly, I peeked over my shoulder and nearly died right there. I was met with the sight of a sleeping Harry. For a moment, I lost myself in how peaceful and cute he looked. His curls were sloppily swept across his forehead. My eyes followed his bare shoulders, down his bare back, to his underwear cladded butt. Oh thank god he wasn't naked! But what if... he had just put back boxers on after we... Did we? I didn't feel any different besides the headache... But then again, I have no idea how one is supposed to feel after... sex... The thought made me shiver.

I ran a hand through my hair as I tried to assess the situation. What the hell do I do? Do I wake him up? Do I just ask him "did we do it"? What if he doesn't remember? Was he drunk too? Why the hell did I have to drink so much? I distinctly remember knocking... And then sharing the most passionate, intense, and heated make out I've every experienced in my life... I could remember the way he- Oh, stop it brain! I could feel my cheeks reddening at the inappropriate behavior and actions that went on last night. But the rest from there went fuzzy. Did I go to sleep or is my mind just blocking the memory of me losing my virginity?

It was agonizing to slowly slip away from Harry. He shifted every time I moved even an inch. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't miss his touch the second I was free from it. I rushed to throw on my clothes, not even bothering to see if I was putting it on right. I tiptoed to his door and opened it slowly. As I slipped out and closed it behind me, I could hear him turning over. Talk about deja vu.How many times have I left him sleeping while I cowered away? I quickly walked to my door and leaned against it once I was safely inside.

What have I done? My heart was pounding in my chest. My feelings were confused. Do I regret it? I practically hated Harry's guts last night but then I go into his room and we- THAT?! The back of my hand felt cool against my cheek as I slid down to the carpet and tried to calm down. I feel as if I'm going to throw up.

What happens now? I can't just ignore him for forever. We have an award show to go to tonight! Oh shit! I forgot all about it. I don't have anything to wear. Maybe I should just be sick. That's perfect! If I act sick, I don't have to go. Then, I don't have to face Harry. Maybe he didn't even know it was me last night. Who knows how much Harry had to drink... But did I want him to think it was someone else... like Natalie? The thought made my stomach churning. I'm so screwed.

I still love him.