Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 10: Desire

Chapter 10: Desire

Whitney POV: 

Song- The City: The 1975 

For a moment I almost detect a shade of red tinting his cheeks. 

Harry quickly collected himself, grinning mischievously. 

"Oh really?" 

I nod in response, letting my hand drift down, pressing my palm flat against the hard warmth. 

Harry sucked in a hiss, biting his bottom lip while his eyes focused down to mine. 

"Really." I whisper. 

His hands moved to rest on either side of my hips, tugging me onto his lap but I shook my head to halt his action. 

"What's wrong?" 

"I-I want to..." 

"You want to what?" 

I feel my cheeks reddening ten shades, instead of speaking I gently grazed my nails over the bulge growing in his jeans. 

"Whitney Nichole. When did you get so-" 

"Harry," I whined, knowing by the smug grin on his face he had no motive but to embarrass me. 

He gently glided his left hand down my side, snaking around to cup my backside to pull me farther into his chest. 

"Rule number one. Always please your girl first." 

"Oh so I'm your girl now?" I say in response unable to hide the stupid smirk on my face. 

Harry's eyes drifted across mine, "I'd like to think so." 

The distance between our lips is closed as his gently move against mine, his tongue pressing for entrance a few breaths later. 

I support myself on my right hand as his bulge grows beneath. 

"Is. That uncomfortable." I say between breaths. 

I thought I heard him mutter a curse word under his breath but he quickly collects himself with a jagged, "no." 

I pull back enough to look into his eyes, rolling mine, "Harry." 

"Whitney," he says just as exasperated. 

"I want to." 

His index traces over my hip bone, following down the inside of my thigh at a slow pace. 

"Ladies first." Harry mumbles, his tone faltering slightly. 

Before he can say anything I take it upon myself to unfasten the button, ever so slowly unzipping the tight jeans. 

Harry breathed outwardly at having some sense of relief. 

I desperately wanted to see the look on his face, if it's lust or desire, but instead I tugged the jeans down his hips. 

His hands assisted me in the process. I could feel his eyes burning through me but I wait until the jeans are tossed to the floor to meet them. 

"I want you so bad." His left hand encompassed mine, bringing them to the more prominent budge of his boxers. 

"So damn bad." He stammered raspy, his hand leaving mine to lock behind my waist. 

Our lips meet in a heated kiss, much more desperate then ever before. 

"What about the rule?" I tease, locking my index under the band of his boxers. 

"Fuck it." 

I can feel my core heating, his desire bringing out that of mine.