My Dangerous Prince

Chspter 22

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my makeup smeared under my eyes and my wavy brown hair tied in a knot on top of my head. It was strange to me. How a boy as perfect as the one laying in the next room could want me. I wasn't anything special, but he treated me like I was. He made me feel important when I had felt so broken not to long before.

I sighed before slipping on a pair of cotton shorts and a t shirt and walking out of the bathroom. I walked and eased the door to my room open. I saw Harry lounging across my black and white comforter, a huge smile on his face as he looked down at the large book in his hands.

"What are you doing?" I asked curiously from my spot in the doorway.

"Was this you as a baby?" Harry held the large book up, barely able to control himself as he shook with laughter.

My eyes widened as I saw the picture of the chubby, curly haired three year old half naked with a huge grin.

I felt my cheeks redden as I jumped on the bed, tackling Harry and attempting to wrestle the photo album from him. He laughed as he pulled the album above his head, knowing my short frame couldn't reach it. I stretched, trying to reach the book that seemed so far away while Harry shook with laughter.

"Harry!" I squeaked as I kneeled up, almost reaching the book when his arm restrained me.

"Stop!" I yelled, laughing now as he flicked the page finding another equally embarrassing picture.

"Awe look at how adorable naked baby Alyssa is!"

My face heated at his words and I kneeled onto his legs, my fingers lightly brushing with the book before locking on it. "Got it! Oh!"

As soon as I had the leather book in my hand, I felt the bed disappear from under my legs and my back collided with the soft pillows. I breathed heavily as I looked up to see Harry pinning me beneath him, my wrists firmly held in each of his large hands on either side of my head.

"I'd never let you get it that easily." He smirked, then shifted to hold both my wrists in one hand and grab the photo album I had dropped with his sudden attack. His mouth came down to my ear, brushing it lightly and sending shivers of excitement down my body. "I always win, princess."

I didn't reply. I couldn't. All I was thinking about was the feeling of Harry's warm chest pressed firmly against mine as he hovered over me. The muscles in his biceps and forearms bulged slightly from holding his body weight and I literally had to pry my eyes away to steady my breathing. When I turned my head to look at him, his face was centimeters from mine and his eyes black with lust, making me want to rip his clothes of right there.

Okay Alyssa, deep breathes. Don't freak him out. I bit down on my bottom lip as I attempted to calm myself down.

I watched as Harry's dark eyes flicked from my mouth to my eyes and back again. He made a noise like a growl as his tongue slid out to lick his lips. The action made me breathe out heavily and loose the small amount of control I had. My feet locked behind his back, using my legs to pull him closer to me.

His eyes, if it was possible became even darker as he threw the book across the room, it landing with a thud. His free hand ventured down the curve of my side and making my breathing hitch while the other one stayed holding down my wrists. The pads of his fingers slid gently across the exposed skin where my tee shirt had rid up. I was full on panting as his hand slid up my stomach, pushing up the hem of the shirt with it and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

His warm hand lay flat against my exposed stomach when Harry's eyes flicked up to mine, looking for any sign of resistance. When he didn't find any, he slowly bent down pressing a kiss to the skin. His hand slid up further now, taking the hem of my shirt and pulling it up over my head, releasing my wrists to get the material free from my arms so I was now only in my bra.