Lost for You

Chapter 12

I start to come back down from my high, my breathing slowing down as I do so.

I turn to Harry who's forehead is glistening with sweat now and his hair is looking as wild as I've ever seen it. He turns to look at me and smiles a little.

"You..." he says leaning up on his elbow, "are a little tease".

I blush at is words, pulling the sheet up right up to my eyes so I am just peering at his dimple that is slowly beginning to come through "what do you mean?" I whisper sweetly.

"I'm talking about your slow torturous undressing of me" he raises his eyebrows and slowly pulls the sheet back down.

"And your lip biting. Your fucking lip biting drove me nuts" he says moving his face closer to me now.

"Really?" I ask, gently biting the corner of my lip, teasing him again but I can't hold it for long as I let out a small laugh.

"You think you're really funny don't you? But I can make you want it more baby" he says with his lips barely grazing mine and I stop smiling immediately as I feel my insides slowly turning back to mush. 

I feel him smiling as he realises what he's done, my breathing increasing once again.

"Do you want me to kiss you Jamie" he whispers onto the corner of my now parted lips.

"Yes" 

"But you were so funny before..." he says gently grazing his lips across mine once more.

So that's what he's doing. He wants to make me pay for provoking him moments ago.

"I know what you're doing." I say trying to take control of my breathing again.

"Really, what's that?" he smiles against my cheek and slowly begins to roll on top of me, leaving the sheet between us so our skin doesn't make contact.

"You're tormenting me"

"Am I?"

"I won't give into it" I try to say convincingly but even I don't believe my own words.

"O I think you will" he says, eyes full of hilarity.

"Whys that?"

"Cause I always win. Even when we were little I would always beat you" he grins, almost fully lying on top of me now but still holding his weight up with his arms.

I go to argue with his statement until I realise he's right. I never won at anything when I played with Harry. Not this time...

I push out my bottom lip while giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes, batting my lashes fast.

"But I'm all grown up now" I say sarcastically before pushing him off me.

He starts laughing loudly at my protest to his advances "OK Jamie, game on."

He continues to laugh and I can tell he thinks he's going to win this easily. I slowly stand up from the bed, letting the sheet slowly pull away from my body. He stops laughing and I'm glad he can't see my face as I have the biggest smile knowing I caught his attention. He wants to play, I'll play.

I pull my slightly damp hair back away from my face so it runs down the length of my bare back as I walk towards my wardrobe, moving my hips more than I usually would. I feel nervous walking across the room completely naked in front of him which is strange because I just gave myself to him in the most intimate way possible. He's quiet the entire time and I can feel him watching me but I don't look at him. If I do he'll see how nervous I am and know I'm bluffing, so instead I continue to slink my way into my room filled with clothes. Just before I shut the door I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder just in time to see his wide eyes gaping at me and I smile cheekily at him before shutting the door completely.

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When I finally come out with comfy dry clothes on, Harry is no longer in bed. My heart begins to race as I think he has left without saying good bye once again but it soon slows once I see his clothes still on the floor and hear some clattering coming from the kitchen downstairs.

I walk down, picking up my shirt that I had taken off when we were coming upstairs, throwing it in the laundry before I walk into the kitchen.

I feel my eyes widen when I walk into the kitchen and see Harry standing only in the white sheet wrapped low around his waist so I can see his sharp 'V' lines. He's drinking out of glass, his lip piercing pressed tight against it as he swallows big gulps finishing it quickly. His tattooed arm is slightly flexed and I can see his defined muscles until he pulls the glass away and places it on the bench, licking his wet lips as he does so.

"Oh hey didn't see you there" he smirks but I know he saw me watching him.

"Where's your clothes?" I ask trying really hard not look down at his torso.

I think he notices my struggle as he smiles and pulls the sheet down a few more millimetres, not taking his eyes off me.

"They're still wet" he says after a few moments of trying to stare each other down, amusement running deep through both our eyes. I like this game, it's fun.

"You can wear something of Ty's" even though I'd rather you only wear that sheet I think to myself.

"No thanks" he says politely. Too politely. He never talks like this. He's playing hard which only fuels my want to win. I want him to beg me first. To touch him, to please him.

"Zayn txtd me. Apparently his parents are back in town for a few days and are having a dinner at 7.30. He wants us to go." he says a bit more serious now.

"Is it OK if we go?" I ask wondering why they wouldn't mind us intruding on their family dinner.

"Yeah it's fine. Laurens going too. They always invite their old mates over everytime they come back to visit. Unless you would rather stay here and do something else?" he moves closer to me now and I can't help but look down at his slightly tanned abdomen. I immediately turn away after a short glimpse and make my way upstairs.

"I'm going to get ready"  I huff. This is harder than I thought but I can't let him win this easily.

"It's not even 6 yet" he says following me up the stairs.

"I need to take a shower" I say grabbing a towel and head towards the bathroom before I throw myself at him.

"Want me to join you?" he tests me and I almost say yes.

"Do you want to join me?" I ask back and he smiles.

"I'm going to go home and change. I'll pick you up just before seven" he says before walking back to my room. I'm guessing to collect his clothes.

I close the door and let out a sigh of relief as I can finally relax and not try to stop myself from crawling back on to him every second he stands there in that sheet. I turn the shower on and begin replaying the intimate moments I shared with Harry. His soft touch, his gentle kisses, his greedy kisses, his deep groans, his tongue, his green eyes, tousled hair and his playful nature. It's one of the things I like most about Harry. People seem to think he's an intimidating, sleezy guy, which is half true, but once he lets you in he is just like the playful child I remember. Only dirtier minded I smile to myself. Tonight is going to be interesting... What can I wear that's appropriate for a dinner but will still make Harry wish he never started this game...