Mr. Styles (H.S.) [COMPLETE]

Forty-Eight

Katherine had been back for almost a month and Harry had yet to touch her, almost too afraid to lose himself in her again, too afraid of being consumed by his addiction. Katherine chose him, she took a chance on him and he knew he needed to be a better man for her. He knew he needed to control himself, to bite back his urges or he might lose her again. He wouldn't survive it a second time.

Everything was different now. He had never been one to take baby steps doing anything, but for the past three and a half weeks, he'd been minding everything he did, everything he said to Katherine, hoping he was doing at least something right.

And then it happened. He'd kept his urges at bay, really focusing on himself and on his budding relationship with Katherine. He never even gave it a thought that she might have urges of her own.

"Miss Mason..." Harry breathed fiercely, his darkened eyes watching her as she walked into his office, stopping to stand in front of his desk.

She was wearing a sheer black lace panty set and a matching garter belt with thigh high stockings clipped to it. Harry's mouth nearly dropped open at the sight of her. Holy Christ.

"Hi," she cooed in a seductive tone.

"Katherine..." He breathed lowly, his expression dark as he looked at her. His entire body reacted to her, she aroused him so much. She was the most enrapturing, breathtaking, wondrous thing he had ever seen.

"Did you walk through the house wearing that?" Harry questioned, nearly letting out a growl.

He didn't need her prancing about the house wearing something of that nature when there were prying eyes that saw nearly everything in his world. Even as she stood in front of him, there was a possibility that someone from his security team was watching.

"As if my body hasn't been on display in this house before... more than even this," she countered as she slipped her hands provocatively down her body, bringing attention to her lingerie.

"Katherine," he growled, his eyes narrowing at her.

"I'm wearing this for you, Harry. Only for you," she said as she ran her finger across the top of her breasts, toying with him.

He let out another growl, but it was more of a moan. She was absolutely captivating. It had been weeks on end since he had her and it was nearly debilitating. He'd been pushing back his cravings, but now she was purring for it, for him and he knew he wouldn't be able to resist.

"Katherine, you don't... I don't think you know what you're doing," Harry said, shaking his head.

She bit at her lip before she tip-toed over to him and he realized she wasn't wearing any shoes on her feet. She quickly gripped onto the arms of his chair, bending forward so their vision was aligned.

Oh, he liked that. He liked her bent over like that. He wanted to bend her over a chair and fuck her, hard.

"I know exactly what I'm doing," she breathed seductively as she heightened an eyebrow.

Harry let out a guttural moan as he gripped her face between his fingers and thumb, kissing her hard on the mouth. Katherine moaned into his kiss and it was absolutely intoxicating.

"I want to bend you over and fuck you, more than anything," Harry breathed darkly against her lips.

"Then do it," she challenged, looking him straight in the eyes.

Harry took in a deep breath and let it out hard as he sat back in his chair.

"Harry?" Katherine questioned as she stood up straight, looking almost hurt like she thought he was rejecting her.

"Katherine," he sighed, closing his eyes tightly.

"What?" She squeaked and his eyes flew open, noticing the distress in the word.

"Oh, angel. No. I just... oh, I want to fuck you so badly, darling. But, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself," Harry explained, gripping onto her hands, pulling her to stand between his legs.

"I'll help you," she insisted, pulling his hands up to her mouth, leaving kisses across his knuckles.

"I want to feel you. I want to... gahh, I miss you so much, Harry. You haven't so much as touched me since I've been back. I need it," she emphasized, and he felt every word she spoke.

"I know," he sighed, closing his eyes again.

"Please. I know you won't do anything I'm not comfortable with. I know that, Harry. And you can expect the same from me. Neither of us have anything to be afraid of," she continued. He looked up in her eyes and knew she meant it.

"I need you to... to take control, Harry," Katherine told him. Harry slowly pulled his hands back from her grasp.

"I'm trying to control myself. I've been trying to control myself," Harry countered, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

"No. I need you to take control of me," she explained and his vision shot up to hers again.

He was completely enamored with her. She continued to surprise him and he could do nothing but smile up at her. She smiled back, nodding her head at him.

"Come on, baby," she cooed, gripping onto his hand.

"Katherine," Harry said, shaking his head as he let her pull him up against her.

"Miss Mason," she corrected him, sliding her finger down his lips and he let out another moan.

Oh, Christ. She wanted to play. And she was playing her part so well.