Cheating By The Rules | Harry Styles AU (ongoing)

chapter 43

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Harry's lips curled into a satisfied smile, and he grabbed my hand, leading me to the apartment. He slid the keycard into the lock, and it clicked open, pulling me inside and into his arms. His lips crashed against mine in a heated kiss while my hands tangled in his hair as the door swung shut behind us.

All thoughts of work and responsibilities vanished as we transported ourselves into our own world. As we continued to kiss, we quickly deepened it, causing him to moan in pleasure.

Then his hand slid down my back, urging me closer to his body. I thought about how his body was pressed against mine at the mini golf course, but this time I didn't have to contain myself.

The heat of his touch seared through my clothes, and every part of my body was alive for him. For a moment, he pulled back, just enough to look at me and take it all in. His breath was hot against my lips, and I found myself wanting to make out again.

"Ivy," he whispered my name against my swollen lips.

I could barely think past the insane pounding in my chest, but I was sure about one thing: I wanted him. I wanted him more than I'd wanted anything in a long time. I cared less about the consequences in this moment. Right now, all I could think about was how good it felt to be here with him, consumed by his touch.

Because I couldn't wait any longer, I kissed him—more demanding this time. His hands explored, touched, and immediately claimed every part of me he could reach, as if we had been apart for years.

I arched into him, matching his urgency with my own, my fingers automatically digging into his broad shoulders as if I was trying to anchor myself.

We stumbled further into the apartment, never breaking the kiss—as if it were a sin to let go of each other.

I felt the cool edge of the kitchen counter press against my back while his mouth continued to trail down my neck. I let my head fall back, letting the sensation take over, resulting in a soft moan escaping my mouth.

There was no room for doubts or hesitation; we had to be all in. And we were.

His hands slid under the sweater I had been wearing, making me gasp against his mouth and feel him smile against my lips.

"This looks good on you," Harry said, and he captured my lips again, his kiss rougher, more desperate than before. "But it looks better on the floor," he stated as he grazed the sensitive spot just below my ear.

"Then take it off," I told him before letting out a breathy moan.

"With pleasure," Harry replied, so he removed the sweater. After that, my long sleeve followed, leaving me there in only my bra and jeans. His eyes darkened at the sight of me, and I knew he was just as turned on as I was. "This is better," he claimed before he lifted me effortlessly and moved us to the couch.

There, he laid me down, his body hovering over mine, and for a moment, he just studied me, his eyes blazing with desire and something else—something deeper, more profound.

I felt my breath catch in my throat, my heart beating in my chest as I watched him. My body was thrumming with impatience, with need, and I knew that once I fell, there would be no going back. But I didn't care. I was ready to fall, to lose myself in Harry, to give in to the desire that had been building up.

Gently, Harry kissed my mouth before trailing down my neck and over my collarbone, each kiss igniting a new wave of craving that sent my heart racing. I arched against him, my hands moving fervently to his back, feeling the strength and tension in his muscles as he pressed me deeper into the couch. The soft scrape of his stubble against my skin sent shivers coursing through me, my body already begging for more.