One for the Ages // Book One

Chapter 9

It's odd waking up in the arms of a man. You're kind of confused at first, wondering what the heavy objects are surrounding you, weighing you down. You realize that you're cocooned in someone's embrace and the memories of the night before flood your brain. All at once, your body remembers how he made you feel just a few short hours ago.

Your muscles are sore. But it's the good kind of sore. The kind of sore that is a map on your body of all the places he'd touched and held and squeezed and nipped in his quest to make sure you felt every inch of the pleasure he was offering to you.

I felt that way waking up in Harry's arms. I knew he was still asleep so I cuddled myself into his arms and closed my eyes again. I could have stayed there forever.

But he stirred just slightly moments later. Blowing a puff of air out of his lips that dragged over my shoulder.

Harry kept me close into his chest, his lips pressing against the back of my shoulder while he pulled himself out of his slumber. He tightened his arms around me,

"Go back to sleep, Love." He whispered.

I giggled softly,

"Are you still tired?"

He nodded,

"Someone was a bit insatiable last night."

"Yep and that someone was you."

"I do believe you are mistaken...Little Miss Let's Take A Shower."

"I didn't hear any protesting."

"It's not polite to tell a lady no."

"Especially a lady who wants you so badly?" I asked, pushing my hips back into his.

He hissed in a breath,

"Bit too early for that innit?"

I lifted his hand to my mouth. It was true, after the sexual connection we'd shared the night before, I'd become quite voracious in my appetite for him. I suppose I should have paced myself, we did have eight days left together. But I'd spent the last six days being an idiot and I wanted to make up for lost time.

I pressed a kiss to his arm,

"We should talk."

I knew his eyes were open now, awake and alert and slightly alarmed at my declaration. He let out a deep sigh,

"Well what comes after that sentence is never good."

I pushed myself up so I could turn to look at him. I kept the sheet pushed up to my chest, my hair curtaining around my face while I gazed down on him lying on the bed. I lifted my hand to his cheek,

"Last night was so amazing. You know that right?" I asked as his hand took mine away from his cheek.

He nodded,

"It was for me as well."

I looked down at our clasped hands. The light coming through the windows reminding me that reality existed outside of these four walls. I took a breath,

"In eight days-"

"Don't." He interrupted. When my eyes met his he shook his head, "I know what you're gonna say. Don't."

"I have to say it."

He shook his head,

"You don't have to. We don't have to talk about it."

"Harry-"

He sighed, now fully awake and engaged in the conversation,

"Elizabeth why can't you just let us be happy? Enjoy each other? There's no reason for us to talk about-"