We're better together

Chapter 4

Ella's POV
"Harry, I was thinking we could go to a club tomorrow," I whisper, kissing his jaw.

"That sounds nice," he whispers.

I am on top of him, straddling him like this morning. My chest is against his as I kiss his neck and jaw.

"Baby, you're making it hard for my to concentrate," Harry says, breathless.

"What are you trying to concentrate on?" I ask as I continue leaving slow kisses on his neck.

"I'm trying to concentrate on not ripping your clothes off and bending you over this bed."

"Hmm seems like an important thing to concentrate on," I giggle.

He flips us so that he is straddling me and I am beneath him. I giggle and his hand runs up my thigh. He stops at the hem of my shirt before pushing underneath. I like the warmth of his hand on my skin.

"You still want to antagonize me?" He chuckles.

"I just want you to touch me," I say, my voice full of lust.

"You had that privilege this morning. And you aren't ready for us to go further so we'll save that for another day."

"Well at least kiss me."

And he does. His kisses are like a hot shower after a long day, steamy and needed so much. I never want him to stop kissing me. His lips move to my collarbones and begin to travel up. His lips land at the curve of my neck and shoulder, biting down gently. A small moan escapes my lips.

"Sorry, that's going to leave a bruise," he whispers.

"I don't even care," I giggle.

"I'm glad you are mine," he whispers, kissing the bruise gently.

"I'm glad I'm yours too. And you are mine."

"Indeed. You honestly don't know how sexy you are underneath me. I can't wait for the day that we take things further."

"I can't wait either, but not today. I'm really not ready for that yet. I know this is problematic for you, but you are willing to wait right?"

"I am."

His eyes have turned a dark shade of green and his eyes travel over my body. He is beautiful above me and I can't help but stare.

"Screw it, who says I'm not ready," I say, breathless.

My hands travel to his jeans. I fumble with the button before traveling to the zipper. He chuckles and grabs both my hands.

"Stop trying to undress me," he laughs.

"But I thought," I start.

"Not today, baby. Soon, but not today."

"Why not?" I whine.

"So eager," he chuckles.

"Don't laugh at me. I think I'm ready. I want this and I know you do too."

"I do want this, but not today."

"Why not?" I whine again.

"Because I need to tell myself no sometimes. It's much more enjoyable if I've restricted myself. Think of how much better it will feel when you aren't expecting it and it just happens."

I have to admit. That does sound enticing. I know he's right, but so am I. I want this now and he does too. I pull his face down to mine, kissing him softly and then moving on to his jaw.

"But why restrict both of us?" I whisper, kissing the spot bellow his ear.

He groans and I can feel him harden against my leg. I smirk to myself, knowing that I'm winning. His hand travels to my breast, laying on top of my bra. He kisses me harder and I mentally praise myself, knowing I've won.