Trace of Innocence (No Control Book 3)

Chapter 31

(No Control - 31. I Should Have Kissed You)

"Are you Harry Styles?!" the girl asks, jumping out of her seat and coming over to us.

Bless her, she's only about 13 or 14.

"Yeah, hi," I smile at her, and she gives this sort of high pitched squeal.

"Oh my God! Could I have a picture with you?"

I hope Jess doesn't mind, but she's just watching and smiling. I guess it helps that she's a fan herself?

"Um, sure," I agree, and pose for a couple of pictures with her.

"Is she your girlfriend?" she asks, eyeing Jess with interest.

Oh no, this is all I need. Why can't a guy and a girl just be friends?

"She's my friend," I respond.

"Wow, I'm like sooo jealous!" she says to Jess, and they grin at each other. "Thanks!" she says, as she gets up and skips off.

"Cute," Jess observes.

"You're cuter," I flirt, and give her a wink for good measure.

"I thought we agreed no winking," she says, and I watch her face turn pink.

When did we agree on that?

"I never agreed to that," I say with a smirk.

Jess shakes her head at me, and then does a double take and frowns.

"You've got something on your face," she says, staring at my lips.

If I wasn't so mortified at her words I would find it hot that she's looking at my mouth.

"Where?" I ask.

Seriously, this can not be fucking happening.

"There," she says, which is no help at all as I can't see my own face.

I wipe my lips and look at her uncertainly, but she shakes her head.

"It's still there."

She leans forward - is she about to wipe food off my mouth? I feel like a two-year-old that needs one of those plastic hook-shaped bibs.

She's staring into my eyes. Her hand reaches over to me, and my stomach flutters at this familiarity. But instead of wiping my face, she slowly and seductively runs her finger over my bottom lip.

What the fuck.

I feel myself take a deep breath as I watch her bite her own lip. She knows exactly what she's doing. Fucking hell it's hot. And it's a cheap shot.

"Below the belt," I murmur.

Then she licks her lips - my dick twitches at this - and leans closer to me and whispers, "I tried that the first night, but you said it was wayyy too good, remember?"

My heart skips a beat and I swallow hard as I realise she's referring to the blow job she tried to give me the night we met. The memory of that floods through me and I feel myself getting hard. I have to look away from her gaze before my mouth runs away with me.

"Jesus Christ," I breathe.

"Two can play that game, Harry Styles," she says.

One-Nil to her.

"This is what I mean about keeping me on my toes," I tell her, my heart still beating fast.

"Well I can't let you have all the fun, can I? Don't start what you can't finish."