Threatening

Chapter 14

The night slowly came to an end as we pulled up to Harry's apartment. My mind kept thinking about what Harry had told me about his family. It broke my heart. But on the other hand I couldn't but think about the heated moment we shared before we left. Harry had marked me. I was his. I've never been claimed as someone's before. The feeling had me overwhelmed. Harry popped up in front of the window and knocked me out of my trance. He tapped his fingers on the glass and then I opened the door, which was unlocked. I stared right into his eyes as I climbed out of the vehicle and stood on the pavement. 

We had finally escaped the cold from outside. Harry turned on the light and helped me take off my jacket.Smooth fingers caressed down my arms as the jacket was peeled from my skin. Warm breath fanned over the love bite he left.

"Beautiful." He whispered, placing a kiss on the side of my lips. After he hung up my jacket, I followed him into the bedroom. Crisp, white sheets lay perfectly on his large bed. He quickly moved to his dresser and took off his silver watch and placed it by the alarm clock., turning on the small lamp. I sat on the bed as he opened up the drawer. "Did you bring clothes?"

"No." I lied. I purposely forgotten to pack some clothes to sleep in. When he first brought me here I slept in his clothes and it's something that I just began to like. The gray shirt he gave me smelled just like him. Then he chucked me over a pair of his boxers and they landed right on top of my head. I giggled and he turned at me and a grin swept across his face.

"Oops. Sorry." He joked.

"Boxers? Harry I'd rather not." I hung the white material up in front of my face.

His position held still in front of his dresser. "You'd look so sexy in them."

A grin captivated his face. I didn't reply. He peeled off his white shirt and exposed his tanned torso. I stood up and walked behind him, placing my arms around his waist. My fingers guided up and down his stomach, which made him shiver. I stood up on my tip toes and laid my head down on his shoulder. His body was so warm against mine. I pecked a kiss on his cheek and then headed to the bathroom. "For you." I whispered.

"You could just change in here you know. I wouldn't mind." I turned around to him and he had the biggest grin on his face. He lifted his eyebrows and then walked towards me.

"Oh really." I sarcastically stated. Slowly, his body made his way to mine. Large hands snaked around my back, forcing me into his body. Smooth, cold fingertips trailed up and down the side of my thigh. Dark green eyes stared directly into mine. Plump pink lips curved upward into a grin. "Or you could just sleep naked." Within seconds the strength of his arms captivated me, lifting me up into the air.

"Harry! Let me down!" I playfully yelled. He carried me over to the bed and carefully put me down. I pulled back the strand of hair that fell on my face and then Harry got on top of me. Both of his legs laid on the side of my hips, his arms pinned down on the bed by my shoulders and he bent his head down. Long eyelashes fluttered across his cheeks as he left kisses down the side of my neck. 

He seductively whispered dirty thoughts into my ear. Then I began to realize that he was trying to take off my shirt. His cold fingers grazed up my side as the hem of my shirt was just below my bra. I put my hands against his bare chest. "Harry stop." He must not of heard me as he pulled the rest of my shirt up, revealing my chest. His hands lifted my back up off the bed and then my shirt was completely pulled off and thrown on to the floor.

"Harry stop!" I yelled and he quickly sat up. A look of panic flashed in his eyes. I quickly sat up and removed myself from the bed. I bent down and grabbed my shirt off the ground and the clothes he gave me off the dresser. My feet moved fast across the carpet and onto the cold bathroom floor. I slammed the door shut behind me. As I pulled my hair up into a bun I let out a sigh. I slipped on Harry's shirt and boxers. The shirt came just an inch off from the bottom hem of the boxers. My hand clutched the door knob and opened it up.

Harry was sat on the side of the bed with his face burried in his hands. I carried myself over to him and plopped down beside him. My hand moved up and down his back, tracing his muscles. He removed his hands from his face and continued to look down. I pushed back some of the curls that fell down in front of his eyes. 

"Harry, it's just that. I want to wait ok." I placed my hand on top of his much larger one and lightly squeezed it. He turned his attention to the touch of my hand and then gazed up to my eyes. He nodded his head and then pulled me back into the bed. We both laid on our sides and his arm wrapped around my waist. I took the moment to really look at his prominent facial features. Perfect pink lips and long eyelashes. My hand ran through his brown curly hair and our legs locked together. I closed my eyes as he placed a light kiss on my forehead.

"Those boxers look good on you." He whispered. "Maybe one day I'll be able to strip them off you."