MISCONDUCT | HS |

TWENTY ONE

Dalton

I've never wanted something so bad in my life.

For years I pretended to just be friends with the only person who made me feel like the person that I was always meant to be.

I pretended that the feelings in my chest didn't squeeze and tug at the very organ that kept me alive day in and day out every single time that we were around each other.

Instead those very feelings were tucked in a box with a lock and a key. Eventually even the key didn't exist anymore.

But now?

Now I know without a doubt that those feelings don't belong locked away— They belong to the man in front of me, the one with light green eyes and the kind smile.

The man with the dimple that has held my heart in his hands since we were nineteen.

"Dalton." Harry kisses me again, his lips so soft and warm against mine as he cradles my jaw. "Are you sure? This is what you want?"

I nod. "Yes. I've always wanted you, Harry."

His smile matches mine before he kisses me again, his tongue moving along mine in a way that feels easy and simple, moving us backwards until my knees hit the edge of the bed and I can't catch myself before falling backwards.

Breathless, I push a few strands of my hair behind my ear as I look up at him.

From his place in front of me, a lazy smile spreads across his lips before he leans down to give me a quick kiss. "Switch me spots."

"What—"

Grabbing my hands and spinning us around, Harry sits on the edge of the bed, cupping his hands behind my thighs to pull me to stand between his legs to lean his forehead against my stomach.

"This— You— I need you to understand when I say that there hasn't been anything I've wanted more in my life than you, that I mean it. I mean it, Dalton." He pleads, those beautiful green eyes so reverent.

Running my hands through his soft, dark curls there's no way to stop my smile. "I know. Believe me, I know."

Keeping his eyes on mine, I hold my breath when he takes the hem of my shirt between his fingers and pushes it up my stomach, leaving gentle kisses along the way. "Every single part of you is flawless."

Taking the hem from his fingers and pulling it over my head, the shirt falls to the floor behind me. "Please, Harry."

"Take these off." His hands slide up the back of my legs and cup my ass. "Let me see you."

Stepping back and peeling my pants off before reaching behind me and unsnapping my bra, everything pools at my feet before I kick it behind me. Normally I would feel exposed standing in a room in front of someone like this. 

But the fire behind his eyes tells me everything I need to know.

Reaching down, Harry palms himself through his pants on a groan. "God, do you even know what you do to me?"

"Show me." Pushing my palm flat on his chest and pushing him back, he falls onto the bed with an exaggerated sound. "We've waited long enough."

"Come here."

Pulling me up onto the bed so that my knees sit on either side of him, I groan when his hands move anywhere and everywhere that they can. Cupping my breast with both hands and letting his thumbs move over my nipples, he groans when my hips roll against his hips.

Just as I'm about to beg him for anything he's willing to give me those hands fall to my hips urging me up and up and up until my thighs rest on either side of his face.