Evie | H.S |

76. Keep driving

We had hardly made the bottom of the staircase before his lips had crashed back to mine again. The swift, thirty second commute from the end of the house to the stairwell proved too long for Harry as his two hands grabbed at my waist, urging me to turn around before one of my heels had even hit the first step.

My exposed upper back hit the cold wall behind me and like the breath had been knocked out from my lungs, my hand reached out to hold the handrail so that I could attempt to maintain some level of composure. Although, I knew better than to expect that I of all people could maintain any level of composure around Harry, especially when he was holding me with this much force.

His grip on my lower back was unrelenting, the soft silk fabric of my dress was balled up under his tight grip as he held me firmly against himself. I could feel every button and seam on his jacket through the silk. His soft lips trailed from mine and along my jaw, dipping down my neck and across my shoulder. Each kiss getting sloppier as he breathed raggedly through his nose, hungry and somewhat primal in his delivery.

"So much for taking things slow" I muttered against his lips cheekily. My tone joking but in all seriousness, he seemed to have gone from 'I want to but can't' to 'I want to and I'm going to' overnight.

Harry paused with an impish chuckle that was surprised at my query, his lips breaking away from my bare skin briefly. "Did you want me to stop?"

He looked up at me through his soft lashes from the crook of my neck. His hair hung down his forehead, slightly parted to the side. His green eyes had darkened in a way I was all too familiar with, but my dark red lipstick stains around his upturned mouth caught me off guard. I tipped my head back, I couldn't help but giggle. "My lipstick, Harry" I remarked breathlessly as he straightened up. Reaching a hand to his chin, I grazed my thumb across his bottom lip.

With a slight smile, his hand looped over my wrist and he held my open-palmed hand between us, looking down at the transferred stains on my finger. "Left your mark on me in more ways than one" he murmured, gaze slowly rising to meet mine once again.

"So you're sure about this?" I doubled down once more against his open mouth. Last night was impulsive and unplanned. I wanted him to be certain. I was desperately searching his eyes as he let go of my waist, both hands rising to cup my cheeks. His thumb ran along my swollen bottom lip, tugging it lightly before he leant in to kiss me softly, this time.

"No" he imparted with a smile, breaking away gently. He had a sparkle in his eyes as he spoke.

"Did, uh, you want to...not?" My panicked tone was masked with a slight laugh that was void of humour. I was puzzled. Harry shook his head, chuckling to himself. "I'm glad I amuse you" I muttered, my brows furrowing out of frustration. 

"You're the most amusing" he spoke as he shook my head that was still clasped between both of his hands. "How you've survived twenty seven years with your mind in overdrive like this is a mystery". I sucked on my bottom lip as his hands dropped from my face. "Will you just come upstairs with me now?" He sighed and ran his hands back through his hair. I nodded meekly and his hand clasped at mine, taking lead up the stairs. I trailed behind on my toes, trying not to let my heels hit the hardwood flooring as we moved quickly.

Reaching the second floor, he gestured that we be quiet, given Tom was asleep in the spare room. Entering the threshold of his bedroom, he quietly closed the door behind me, rushing to the bedside to switch on a lamp before returning to stand before me.

"Eve, I'm not sure about anything" he spoke quietly as he stood in the soft, dim lighting. He hooked a finger under the thin strap of my dress, pulling it across my left shoulder until it dropped down my arm and he kissed the skin that had lay beneath it. "But I'm certain I want to do this again, yes". His voice was low and raspy but gentle as he did the same with the strap on my right shoulder, kissing my other side again.