Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 40

Her view.

My knees buckle at the touch of him, and I reach up instinctively and grab hold of his arms. His tongue's asking entrance to my mouth, and my fingers run up to feel his hair as he attempts to conquer my mouth. I groan as his tongue gently runs along my lower lip before his teeth nibble quickly. His hands run up the back of my top and caress my naked back.

His hands are warm and soft and I melt against him.
His fingers run to the front of my body and play with my belly button. A sensation of lust springs straight down from my stomach, and I take a step forward. I feel intoxicated by his touch. His eyes glitter as I stare up at him, and I want to pull away from him. Only I can't.
My body argues with my brain and wins. I close my eyes and run my hands down his back to his ass, squeezing his firm butt and enjoy the stilling of his body as he waits to see where I'm going to touch next. I run my hands to the front of his pants, but then Harry quickly steps back from me. "You're trying to seduce me."
"Who, me?" I smile up at him sweetly. "Why would I do that?"
"You're playing with me?" He glares at me, and I shrug.
"Never." I laugh lightly and run a finger down the front of his pants, making sure to press down on his hardness. "Though it seems like you may need to do some playing with yourself before class."

I hear his sharp intake of breath and turns around quickly. Score one for me, I think to myself, even though I'm trembling inside.
"I'm going now. I'll see you in class." I walk quickly out of the house, praying that he doesn't catch up with me and kiss me again. I'm not sure I'll be able to walk away if he makes one more attempt at getting me into bed

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"Cassidy, you look divine this morning."
"Hello to you too, Louis." I laugh and sit next to him. "How are you?"
"Tired." He yawns and runs his fingers over his eyes.
"Late night?"
"You could say that." He pulls out his books. "Though I was glad to come to class today to see you."
"Aren't you sweet?" I giggle and sit back. "I'm sure you say that to all the girls."
"What have you heard?" He gives me a look, and I laugh.
"Oh, Louis."
"I love your accent. It's so sexy. Reminds me of Charlie's Angels."
"Really? I didn't think I had an accent. Not like you and English people."
"I didn't think I had an accent, either." He laughs. "Though I do sound slightly English. People who know me can hear the Romerian in my voice as well."
"Romerian?" I question, slightly confused.
"The country I come from is called Romerian."
"Oh, I've--"
"Never heard of it," Louis says, finishing my sentence. "Don't worry. No one else has heard of it, either."
"Sorry."
"Oh, don't be. The people of Romeria are happy to be unknown. The people of Monaco envy us slightly."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Because they're inundated with tourists now."
"But doesn't tourism bring you money?"
"Money is so crass." Louis makes a face and laughs inside. Only someone with money would think that needing money is crass.

I think back to my student loans and other bills and know that I won't turn up my nose at any job or endeavour that's going to bring me money. But then I suppose that's why I'm working for his brother. If I had money, there's no way I would've stayed at a job that makes me compromise my own feelings--no matter how hot I think the guy is.
I change the subject. "So did you do the homework?"
"Of course. Do you think I want the wrath of my brother?"
"I guess not." A chill runs through me at his words. I've nearly forgotten that Louis and Harry are brothers.
"What painting did you choose?"
"You'll have to wait and see."
"No fair." He shakes his head. "Tell me."
"Nope."
"Tell me." He grins and reaches over to tickle me.
"No!" I squeal as his fingers reach under my arms and tickle me. "Stop." I giggle as he continues and I try to pull away. My hair falls in front of my eyes, and Louis gently pushes it away.
"You have beautiful eyes, Cassidy." He smiles gently and my heart skips a beat. Is he flirting with me?