Trace of Innocence (No Control Book 3)

Chapter 50 - part i

(No Control - 50. Ready To Run, first part)

I'm glad she doesn't question me. I look away shyly and she pulls my lips to hers and kisses me, running her fingers through my hair. It feels amazing.

She doesn't put up a fight as I slowly kiss my way down her body to her inside thighs, and just as I slide my tongue softly between her legs she murmurs my name.

"Mmmm?" I murmur back, my lips pressed against her, and she gasps and pushes her hips down hard on the bed. I have to stop myself from smirking and punching the air. I love that she's enjoying it.

"I... This isn't going to take long," she says, in a strangled voice.

As I flick my tongue gently back and forth I slide my finger inside her and she gasps again and squirms underneath me.

"Christ, Harry, don't stop!" she pants. "Fuck."

This is making me so hard. Knowing she's close is making my heart pound. I move my tongue faster and gently grip her thighs as her hips rise off the bed and she cries out, fisting the covers in her hands. She puts one hand over her mouth and I can feel her legs shaking. I carry on until she relaxes, and then I lift my head to look at her. I can't stop grinning. She fucking loved that.

I take a sip of water before laying on top of her, between her legs. Her breathing is still ragged and I can see her chest gently trembling with every heartbeat.

"Good?" I ask.

"Uh.. yeah, just a bit," she says shakily, and I smile again. I feel like I just got top marks.

She reaches up and kisses me softly, and the feel of her lips sends a shiver down my spine. I honestly don't think I've ever had this reaction to anyone before. It's like my body just responds to her of its own accord. Even when I'm lying on top of her, our skin touching, I want to be closer to her.

"You're so beautiful," I tell her softly, as I lightly caress her stomach. "The way you make me feel... You're like a drug, I just can't get enough of you."

"The feeling's mutual," she whispers, and my smile widens.

Her comments from earlier come back to me as we kiss, and I feel a sudden urge to protect her; to reassure her. I don't want her to doubt me. I don't want her thinking I'm some celebrity arsehole who shags around. I try to put everything I have into the kiss, cupping her face in my hands gently.

"I'll never hurt you," I whisper. "Please trust me."

She gently squeezes my biceps as her tongue touches mine, so I know she's heard me, but she doesn't answer. Does she trust me? I can't bear the thought that she doesn't.

I push my hips gently against her so she can feel how hard I am for her. Only for her. She removes my boxers and I quickly put on a condom - I can't take any more risks. She starts to sit up but I push her gently down.

"No, stay there," I say, softly. "I told you, I want to make love to you."

She lays back and looks up at me so innocently as I lower myself down on top of her. The song in the background changes to Love Me Like You Do, and I pull back from her to look into her eyes. This song could have been written about us. It just sums us up so perfectly.

She's smiling at me, and I know she's thinking the same thing.

"This is us," I whisper. "This song. It's you and me."

"I love it," she whispers back, and my stomach flips over; I'm not sure why. "It's reminded me of you since the night we met," she says, and I smile again as she pulls me close to her, guiding me inside her.