Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 30: Shower Jobs and Lego Land

A/N: enjoy some uh...naughty Harry.  I mean, who doesn't like a bit of naughty, cheeky Harry? xo

Harry's POV

No girl I have been with has ever done anything like that.

Especially with the lights on.

To watch someone do...that.

I mean, I haven't slept with a lot of girls, but I have fooled around with a few however most things that involved being naked took place in the dark.

There's something to be said for an older woman I guess.

She's smiling at me as she pokes at my dimple and god she's adorable.

What is it with my freaking dimple?

Beth rolls onto her side and I do the same, bringing my face level with hers. I watch as her eyes go from mine before they start to move lower, a curious expression on her face.

The covers are resting over our hips and I'm pretty sure she wants to see what's under there.

Her hand moves out and traces over my butterfly tattoo.

Damn.

Maybe not.

"You right there?" I ask her, as I watch her face etched with concentration as she moves her hand.

"It's exquisite," she says as she traces the outline of a wing, "sorry," she apologises before removing her hand.

I can't decide if her touching my tattoo tickles me or turns me on.

Both I think.

I lean forward and kiss her nose before telling her she can run her fingers over my tattoos anytime.

And anything else on me for that matter.

I don't tell her that, I just think it.

I can't help but start to let my own eyes wander over her body and it looks as soft as it feels. I can see the two freckles I kissed earlier and the way her arm is laying in front of her chest pushes her breasts together very nicely and I think about my mouth being there not too long ago.

My tongue darts out and I wet my lips with it as they're starting to feel dry.

I suddenly notice a small scar on her ribs and as I look over her torso, I can see a few more. They're not huge, but why would she have them?

I frown trying to think what happened to her before I reach out and gently touch the scar.

"What's this from?" I ask as curiosity finally gets the better of me.

"Keyhole surgery to remove my gall bladder," she replies.

Well that explains that and the rest.

I gently touch the small round one on her chest which she tells me is from chicken pox.

My fingers lightly slide down the soft curves of her side, over her hip and down to her bellybutton.

I want to find out what each and every single scar is on her body. It's almost like a large puzzle and every piece puts her together and I discover a little more about her with each discovery.

There is a lot of scarring around her bellybutton and again I'm curious.

"These?" I ask.

"Gall bladder and bellybutton ring," she answers before casually telling me how she went to a tattoo place to get it and fainted afterwards.