Harry Styles, a secret service agent working for British intelligence is tasked with finding the killer after a series of brutal but calculated murders across Europe. His mind is sharp, he's smart, arrogant and works with a precision that leaves no...
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Winter
The room has already begun to steam up, the hot water poured down on my face, my eyes were closed and my head tipped back. I'd only been in for a minute by myself before I heard the bathroom door open and close. My back was to the door, I couldn't see him but knew I was about to feel him behind me in a second.
I didn't turn around to face him even when I heard the shower door open and felt a small gust of cold air hitting my spine. I continued like he wasn't even there, running my fingers through my hair, letting the hot water rain down on my cheeks. Goosebumps peppered my skin even though I was so hot, I tried not to react or act like I felt a small nervous flutter in my stomach.
Harry's hands found my waist, his fingers gently grazing against my skin like he was testing the waters, feeling for my reaction. When I leaned into his touch a little, he saw that as his invitation to slide his hands further around me, pulling me towards so his chest was pressed against my spine.
His nose dragged along the curve of my shoulder, up the length of my neck until he reached my ear. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me there, but instead he just let his lips hover, exhaling slow warm breaths against the side of my face delicately.
He pressed his palms flat to my stomach, dragging them up my body until he reached my chest to grip my breast. He palmed me for only a second, and then lowered one hand to my waist while the other hand travelled further up, and loosely wrapped around my throat. I hummed in pleasure, feeling myself enjoy the feeling of his hand on my throat more each time he did it.
"Christ Winter." Harry took my earlobe between his teeth, pulling my body tighter into his. I inhaled sharply when I felt that hardness press against my lower spine. I smiled and closed my eyes, tilting my head to the side slightly so that he could kiss that sweet spot right below my ear where he murmured. "You're making me lose my fucking mind."
Using his grip on my waist, Harry spun me around to face him. The sight of him beneath the hot shower water surrounded by steam had me ready to drop to my knees right then and there. There was a slight flush to his cheeks, the hot water making his skin pinker. His hair was wet, curls stuck to the sides of his face and his neck, it looked so much longer when it was wet. His eyes were entirely focused on mine, his expression dark, sultry, there was nothing but lust in his eyes. The smirk on his face and the way he dragged his tongue along the inside of his lower lip when he very shamelessly raked his eyes up and down my naked body had me inhaling a shaking breath.
I smiled, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. "I try my hardest."
Harry's mouth landed on mine immediately. Both of his hands dropped to my ass so he could tug me into him until our bodies were pressed flat together. He kissed me like he'd been desperate for it, as desperate as I felt for it. A groan left the back of his throat and vibrated against my lips.
His fingers dug into the flesh on my ass so roughly that it had me gasping against his mouth. As soon as my lips had parted, Harry saw that as his invitation to slip his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine, not holding back at all. He took greedy handfuls of my ass, then his hands made their way up to my hips so that he could push me backwards, my skin hit the cold tile wall of the shower, causing a shower to run down my spine.
