Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 53

Her view.

I feel snug as a bug as I awake. I'm warm and fuzzy and I stretch languorously until my hands hit something warm. I freeze as I open my eyes slowly. Oh God, Cassidy, what did you do? I try to recall the previous evening, but all I can remember are the five courses we ate and the copious amounts of wine.

I stare at Harry's sleeping face and his naked chest for a few seconds before checking to see what I am wearing. I look down and see that I'm in his shirt, but I only sigh in relief when I feel my bra and panties on underneath. Phew.
"I could've taken them off if you wanted me to." Harry's voice makes me jump and I look over at him with a flush.
"I didn't want that," I snap.
"I'm guessing drunk, happy Cassidy is gone?" He smiles at me as he stretches, and I try not to stare at his abs.
"I wasn't drunk." I pull the sheets up to my waist and he laughs.
"Whatever you say."

His fingers reach over to me and run down my cheek. "You look very beautiful in the morning."
"Thank you," I swallow hard as I stare at his face. His morning stubble is sexy as hell and his hair is messy. I want to reach over and pat it down, but I don't.
"I could really kiss those juicy lips of yours right now." He moves closer to me, and I find myself staring straight into his bright green irises.
"Please, don't," I whisper as his lips crash down on mine. He tastes warm and sweet and I melt against him. His fingers run through my hair and I wrap my arms around his waist. His tongue enters my mouth and I sick it eagerly. All thoughts of him being an ass and this being an inappropriate moment flow my mind. When Harry kisses me I feel like I'm soaring in the air. There's no dislike or care about his superior attitude. All I feel is warmth and lust burning through to my soul.
I need to consume and be consumed by this guy. I want to taste every inch of him. I want to feel every particle of skin. I want him to touch me all over until the shivering of my body erupts in a sea of emotion and pleasure.

I run my fingers down his back and he groans and pushes me back and rolls on top of me.
"You taste so sweet in the morning," he growls against my lips.
"I didn't brush my teeth yet." I try to pull back, but he's having none of it.
"Your skin is so sweet and silky. I want to taste you." His lips move to my neck.
I lay back and run my fingers through his silky locks, enjoying the way he groans against my neck as I wrap my legs around his waist.
"What are you doing to me?" He kisses further down my neck and undoes the first few buttons on his shirt before kissing the valley between my breasts.
"You taste like warm sunshine and sex." He grants as his fingers rip apart more buttons until the shirt is gaping open.
"I've never tasted something so sweet."
"What about chocolate?" I smile at him and he looks at me with a bright light in his eyes.
"Chocolate pales in comparison," he licks my belly button and then kisses back up my stomach. I sit forward as his fingers reach behind my back and undoes my bra. He pulls off the shirt and then throws my bra to the floor. His lips immediately fall to my breasts and he takes my nipple in his mouth gingerly and sucks hard. I cry out as a dart of pure pleasure runs through me.
"Oh," I cry out as his fingers pinch my other nipple.

His mouth swaps places with his fingers and he starts to gently suck on my other nipple. My brain feels hazy and all I can think about is the pleasure swelling in my stomach. I run my fingers down his back and he bites down on my nipple and tugs.
"Oh," I cry out and my nails dig into his skin deeper.
"There's nothing like morning sex," he whispers against my skin, and I know I should pull away from him, but I can't resist his touch. His lips leave my skin tingling and my whole body is on fire.
I'm scorching inside and out and only he can put out the flames.
"I wanted to take your panties off so badly last night," he groans as he kisses down to the tops of my panties.
"Then why didn't you?"
"I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of you. I wanted our love making to be 100% consensual." His teeth bite into my panties and he tugs. "And I wanted to make sure you remembered every second of it."
"Is it only going to last seconds?" I look down at him and then hold my breath.
"What do you think?"
"I think it might last minutes." I stare at him and grin.
"I'll give you minutes." He growls and pulls my panties all the way down.
"What are you doing?" I moan as I feel his lips kissing up my thighs.
"I'm going to make you wish you never played with me."
"I didn't play with you." I gasp as his lips move to my core.
I feel his tongue run down the length of me and then he sucks down on my clit.
"Ooh!" I cry out as his tongue licks the folds of my centre. "Harry," I groan as his tongue dips inside of me and licks my clit again.
"I told you that I'm not going to stop until I'm sure you're going to remember every second of being with me."
"Please," I groan as he sucks on my clit again.

I run my fingers to his back and close my eyes. I spread my legs wider hoping his tongue will enter me again.

Knock, knock.

"Room service," a man calls out.
"Argh," Harry looks up with an annoyed expression, and I sigh. His tongue felt marvellous against me.
"Room service." The man knocks on the door again.
"I'm coming." Harry calls out and then grins at me. He once again buries his face in me and sucks on my clit. My fingers grab the sheets and I close my eyes. The feeling is so heady and wonderful.

Then we hear the door open; it happens so fast that neither of us is able to react quickly enough.
"Where would sir like the tray?" The man walks into the room with a tray and gapes at us. I blush as I realize the sight we make. Me naked on the bed with Harry's head between my legs.
"What are you doing?" Harry jumps up angrily and I grab the sheet over my body.
"You said come in." The man stares at us with wide eyes.
"I said I'm coming." Harry's voice rises ad he glares at the man. "Get out."
"Yes, sir." The room service attendant stutters and gives me one last glance before retreating.