Liv's POV
Holy fuck. Holy fuck. He's perfect. He really is the kind of person I imagined he was, except he's not shy or awkward. He's straight forward about what he's feeling and what he wants.
He wants you. That much is clear, and he's seconds away from kissing you.
He smiles at me, then his expression changes, to something....fucking hot. Hold on, Livvie, this could get out of hand really fast.
Harry let's go of my hands, leaving me with nowhere to put them. I let them fall slowly back down, resting them on his thighs. He gently touches the sides of my face, his eyes locking with mine.
He leans down, his lips just brushing
my ear. Fuck, my whole body comes alive."I know you're scared. I won't hurt you." He whispers.
My fingers dig into his thighs involuntarily. Thank you. Thank you, God, for listening to my heart and giving us this chance.
He pulls away from my ear and brings his mouth to mine, his lips barely touching me. His hands are so soft against my skin and he's being so gentle.
God, I love this man. Is that possible? All these years, just an obsession...a crush. That's what I told myself. I mean how could it be anything else?! I didn't really know him.
It always felt like more.
Like, it COULD be more...be real, if we ever had that chance.
This chance.
His lips press against mine softly, not pulling away. My heart is LITERALLY going to explode out of my chest.
Kiss him back, Livvie.
Jesus...I'm not sure I can.
Kiss him back.
I feel his lips part slightly. He pulls back just a little, then kisses me again...harder this time, but still gentle.
Oh my God, I want him so bad. My WHOLE BODY reacts to him. Is this what it's supposed to be like, when you kiss someone?! It's NEVER been like this before. I kiss him back. His mouth moving over my mouth slowly, kissing my top lip, then his hand slides down from my face to my neck as he pulls himself closer to me.
Oh Jesus....
I have to consciously make myself release the grip I have on his thighs. He brings his other hand away from my face down to his lap, taking my hand and lifting it. He presses it against his chest, over his heart.
I may pass out.
"You feel that? You're not the only one who's nervous." He whispers, against my lips.
His heart is pounding.
I slide my other hand around his waist, letting it rest on his lower back. If I don't have a way to hold on...my legs are going to give out.
This is really happening.
I let him part my lips with his as his tongue touches my upper lip. Fuck. I want SO BAD to take this further, but I'm so afraid. What if this isn't what he wants?
This is what he wants, OBVIOUSLY.
I hook my finger through his belt loop, still feeling his heart pounding against my fingers.
I literally can't breathe. I pull back, sucking in my breath. I feel like I could black out.
He pulls back, concern in his eyes. "Are you OK? We can stop..."
Look at him. His green eyes are AMAZING. You're OK, Livvie.
Let go.
"You want me to stop?" He asks. His face is so kind. Beautiful and gentle.
How is this man not fucking married with ten kids?! Why would ANYONE cheat on him?
"No....don't stop." I choke out. I look down at our hands pressed to his chest.
"Livvie." He says.
I look up, trying to be stronger then I feel. I can look at him without melting. I can, I just need to relax.
"Let go. I promise I won't take this too far." He says, smiling softly.
Take this too far! Take it ALL THE FUCKING WAY FAR.
Now Livvie. Kiss that boy like you've wanted to for four God damn years.
I look from his eyes down to his mouth. He bites down on his bottom lip, and that....is all it takes.
I stand on my toes, crushing his lips with mine. My hand drops from his chest and joins my other one on his lower back, pulling me closer into him. His hands fall to my hips pulling me up into his lap. I sit down, on my knees, straddling him.
My whole body is touching his. EVERY. PART.
I can't stop...not now. I really hope he loses his control because I SO want him to rip me apart...right here on this table.
He kisses me hard, matching my kiss in intensity, his hands resting low on my hips. I can feel his fingertips digging in. They're so close to my ass.
I really want them on my ass.
SLOW DOWN.
He pushes his tongue between my lips and I let him. It touches mine, swirling around the tip then licking over my top lip. His mouth moves down sucking my bottom lip and gently biting down.
He pulls his mouth off mine to my chin....
Then he kisses down my throat.
Oh my God.
His left hand reaches up behind my head, his fingers in my hair, and turns my head as his mouth is suddenly on my neck, right below my ear.
I hear myself gasp, letting go of his lower back and sliding my hands up to his shoulders.
Fuck. I hold onto him like my life depends on it....which it does right now because if I let go, my fucking head is going to shoot off the top of my body.
Between my legs, I can feel him respond to my outburst.
Fuck yes.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. Feeling him against me like this...knowing I did this to him...
"Sorry...." He whispers into my neck.
"Don't be." I say, meaning it completely.
I never imagined this. It was NEVER this good! It's SOOO much better.
The lights suddenly go out, quickly replaced by a small emergency light in the corner by the door.
He stops, pulling back and looking up.
"Harry..." I say, barely able to produce sound.
"It's OK....just the timer on the bank lights. This is all the light we'll have until they open the vault. We're OK." He says, his voice is rough, low.
He's looking at me. This much I can see, only because the light is behind me and illuminates just enough I can see his face.
He's trying to stay in control, just like me, but I can tell from the look on his face....he's struggling.
"You OK?" He asks.
"SO good." I say, my eyes unable to look away from his mouth. I just want him to put it back on my neck. I lick my lips waiting, and now HIS eyes drop to MY mouth.
He grins. OK...that grin, was delicious.
"SO good." He agrees.
The song Last First Kiss is playing in my mind. PLEASE let this be my last first kiss....
..and PLEASE let this be my last first anything else that happens.
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10 Hours (HS)
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