Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 33: Dirty Showers and Family Dinner's

Beth's POV

Harry pulls me into the shower and closes the door behind me.

I suddenly feel rather shy standing here naked with him.

I mean, I look like this and he looks like...that.

The water cascades down his body, easily flowing over his muscles, beading on his skin when he steps out of the stream...

"See something you like?" I tear my gaze away from Harry's body to look up and see him smirking at me.

"Meh..." I screw my nose up and hold my hand out, moving it from side to side to indicate my indifference.

"Really?" he raises his eyebrows in disbelief as he holds his hands above his head, catching the water in them.

"Well..." I begin but stop as I'm met with a face full of water from Harry.

"Oh my god!" I splutter and wipe my eyes, "I can't believe you just did that!"

"I can't believe you thought I was just meh," he says.

I shake my head at him and roll my eyes as I reach up for my shampoo, squeezing some onto my hand and massaging it through my hair. I suddenly feel Harry's hands over mine as he takes over lathering up my hair. Satisfied that I'm soapy enough, he scoops some into his hands and uses it to wash his own hair.

I rinse the shampoo off and repeat the process with the conditioner before I reach for my sponge and apply a dollop of my body wash. I start soaping along my arms, the smell of mango fills the shower cubicle.

"Mmm...mango..." Harry closes his eyes and inhales deeply before opening them up and looking down at me, his eyes now definitely a darker shade of green.

He eyes my body up and down shamelessly, before he fixes his gaze on mine and I feel like a prey caught by its predator.

Fuck.

Before I can even swallow, Harry is in front of me, his left arm is across my collarbone, pinning me to the wall as he pulls the sponge out of my hand and starts to run it over my stomach.

And I let him.

His gaze is so intense it almost makes me forget how to breathe.

He looks down and I feel him bring the sponge up and over my chest, slowly moving it over one breast and then to the other. My nipples start to tighten and stiffen, almost painfully and I arch my back against his touch, but he pushes his arm against me, keeping me firmly pinned.

I let out a gasp at his forcefulness.

No.

I think it's more like dominance.

His need to assert himself over me.

As Harry leans down to kiss me, his eyes hold nothing but lust as his lips finally meet mine.

He drops the sponge and brings his hand up to my breast, squeezing as his tongue enters my mouth.

I can feel him hard against my stomach and when his fingers pinch my nipple, I whimper into his mouth.

"Whimper again," he says, "tell me how you like it."

Oh. My. Fuck.

"I like...whatever you do Harry," I whisper.

He smirks and pulls away from me, grabbing me by the shoulders and spinning me around, his arm wrapping around my front, across my shoulders and pulling me flush against his front.