Delicate

Chapter 86

HARRY STYLES
September 2022

I'm not sure why, but every time Haven and I are in New York City together, I always wonder what it would be like if our lives were different. Maybe, in another world, I'd be a big-shot lawyer in one of the sky-rise firms, and she'd still be a stylist to the stars, as every media outlet likes to word it. Jack and Lily would go to some pretentious school that sets them up for an Ivy League education in the future, we'd take holidays as a family, we'd go to see Broadway shows with the kids on Friday nights and spend Saturday mornings in Central Park. We'd still live in luxury, but it would be quiet and we would be content with that.

I feel myself getting caught up in the fantasy as I watch her sleep beside me. She's lying partially on her chest and my shirt that she wore last night is bunched halfway up her back, allowing me to see the few darker freckles she has as well as the prominent dimples at the bottom of her spine. I can't help myself from reaching out to trace the indented line and think about the irony of how she's always telling me that my back is one of my favorite features of hers. I personally never thought a back could be so sexy until I started studying hers, too.

As I push my hand up between her shoulder blades, she breathes in and shifts around to lay flat on her stomach with her arms tucked under her pillow now. I brush her hair away to lean in and kiss the top of her neck, hearing her tired hum of approval as she adjusts her head on her pillow. The sound makes my core feel tight as I move closer and drag my hand down her side to knead her hip.

"That feels good," she mumbles tiredly with a hoarse voice, letting me push her shirt up higher to see more of what's left of her summer skin.

I was surprised to see tan lines on her when we had sex for the first time in forever at her parents' wedding, and she later explained that London's summer was warm enough for her to take advantage of the pool in our backyard. Just the thought of her lying out in her bikini on one of the lounge beds is enough to turn me on now, and it does.

Just to test the waters with her, I drag my hand back down to her ass over her red Calvin Klein underwear, leaning over to see her reaction. Her eyes are still closed, but she's smiling and that's the green light I need to flip my wrist and stuff my hand between her thighs to touch her from behind.

With a deep sigh, she stretches her legs out before arching her back just to lift her hips slightly off the bed to give me more access to her. I move to get on top of her, nudging my knee between hers to stay upright with my fingers still stroking the seat of her underwear, and I keep touching her like that until she starts shifting her hips for more attention than what I'm already giving her.

Sitting back on my knees, I tuck my fingers into the waistband of her underwear to pull it down her thighs and toss it to the other side of the bed. I smile at the sight of the tan line her bikini bottoms left on her, and I'm sorry that I missed seeing her in such a tiny little scrap of fabric. It's just barely wider than a thong would be.

When I touch her again, slipping two fingers through her folds, she's already wet and squirming as I spread her arousal up to her clit with my middle and ring fingers. That's when she pushes the pillow under her head away and rests her head on the mattress instead, stretching her arms up above her.

"Come closer," she murmurs, reaching back to touch me over my briefs.

I take my hand back just to splay it out on the mattress like the other one, letting her feel my bulge between her thighs as I lean over to kiss the corner of her mouth. Her brows come together as she grunts softly with the effort it takes her to lift her hips and push them back into mine. I push mine into hers in response, watching her lips part as she lets out a quiet moan.