Always

Chapter 42

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"Harry," I breathed, somehow managing to separate mouth from his. His eyes looked wild when he looked at me, pupils blown out and dark.

"What?" he asked, voice raspy.

"Can we go... inside?" I wasn't sure how he would feel about that, considering it was his family's boat.

"Yes," he said almost immediately, clearly having no reservations about it. He pulled himself into a sitting position with me still on his lap so we were now face to face. His bulge was even more prevalent now. He leaned forward to kiss me firmly once, one hand holding the side of my face with his fingers in my hair before grabbing my hips and helping me stand with him.

Taking my hand, he led me off the deck, into the cabin, and through the door that revealed the small bedroom. Walking us into the room, he cleared his throat, showing the first sign of nerves so far as his hand reached up to rub the back of his neck. I noticed the beginnings of a love bite burning on his skin there.

"Is this okay?" he asked shyly, facing me. I squeezed his hand before closing the small space between us.

"Perfect," I whispered before connecting our lips again. He picked up right where we had left off, tugging lightly on my lower lip with his teeth as his arms wound themselves around my waist and pulled me tight against him.

My fingers tangled in his hair once more as I backed us up to the bed. When the back of my legs hit the mattress, I scooted myself onto it, pulling him down with me so he hovered over me, never disconnecting our lips.

He continued to kiss me as I let my hands push up on his sweater, snaking their way under it to trace along his warm skin on his lower back, just above his jeans. The feel was so amazing that I needed more, so I gripped the hem of the fabric before tugging it upward, trying to take it off.

He disconnected our lips to allow me to pull the sweater off his frame before diving back in to kiss my neck. His lips on my neck sent a shiver down my spine, causing me to lift my hips into him. He groaned at the pressure, and I reveled in the raw sound.

Once again, his hands worked their way beneath my shirt, fingers pressing firmly into my skin. I was surprised, yet delighted when they rose higher and higher on my body, fingers tickling at the bottom of my bra. He pulled his face out from my neck to look at me, as if asking permission for something.

I was breathing heavily as I managed to grip my shirt and pull it off, leaving me in my bra. I raised my eyebrow at him, as if daring him to make the next move. Slowly, I felt his arm snake around behind me and his fingers close around the clasp, struggling to undo it for a few seconds before managing to release it.

His breathing was ragged as his long fingers delicately dragged the straps down from my arms and pulled it off me, looking me in the eye the entire time. It was incredibly hot. Only when he had the fabric completely removed did he shift his glance to my chest, widening slightly at the still unfamiliar sight.

I giggled, causing him to jerk his gaze back up to mine. He blushed as he grinned softly at me before leaning down to kiss me again, one of his hands drifting back up my side to cup my breast gently. His long fingers molded gently against me, taking in the feel of me, enjoying it just as much as I was.

His touch was driving me insane, as was the friction between our hips that was created by the near constant rolling of his hips against mine. Trailing my hands down his body, I ran my thumbs beneath his waistband and felt him suck in a breath as I did so.

Reluctantly pressing my hips down into the mattress to allow me some space, I undid the button and zip on his jeans. As soon as I had this accomplished, I sunk my hand beneath the fabric, wrapping my fingers around his considerable length.