Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 52: Chocolate Letters and Broken Promises

Harry's POV

Well now.

I wasn't expecting Beth to reciprocate but I'm not gonna argue that I'm mighty excited right now.

Cause I've come to realise that she doesn't seem to have any hesitation when it comes to things of a sexual nature.

And that in itself is sexy as hell.

Her hand reaches up to my face and she gently touches my cheek as she runs her thumb over my bottom lip.

My stomach's already doing somersaults from that alone.

She moves her hand from my face around to the back of my neck and pulls me down closer to her, connecting her mouth roughly with mine before surprising me with her tongue teasing my lips, waiting for me to open my mouth.

Our tongues playfully tease each other's, as her hands wander up to my head and I feel a slight pull and then my hair falls around my face. Her fingers start running through my curls and the small, intimate gesture of untying my hair gives me goose bumps.

I know it's seems silly, but the gentleness of her actions makes me feel cared for.

That she really wants me here with her and that she wants to be here with me.

Well that made sense Harold.

I'm already touching her but I shift closer and I realise my dick is pressing firmly against her hip.

Shit.

Do I pull away?

She's gonna know if I pull away now that it's there.

I'm sure she can already feel that it's there Harold.

Chill.

But I feel her shift and her leg moves up and over my waist and she's pushing back against me.

Oh my lord.

It's just a thin piece of cotton separating my dick from heaven.

I know she's not ready for sex but I'd be perfectly happy just to rub it around there for a bit.

A bit of slap for me and a tickle for her.

I'm still lost in thought about my dick when Beth puts her hands on my shoulders and pushes me over onto my back so she ends up straddling me.

I run my hands along the smooth skin of her thighs and up to rest on her hips as she continues to kiss me and I can't help but push my own hips up against her core, causing her to gasp against my mouth and pull away slightly.

Shit.

"Sorry," I mumble, "still sensitive?"

Clearly no slap and tickle.

"It's okay," she smiles, "means you did an okay job."

What the hell?

My tongue just put in a whole heap of overtime.

"Just okay?" I ask.

She's laying there looking like she has to think about it.

"Don't make me pull out my Male Hottie award to remind you I'm more than just okay," I threaten.

She rolls her eyes at me.

Seriously?

"Actually, I don't think I need to see it," Beth places a kiss on my lips before she starts to kiss a trail down my neck.