If It's What You Want A Harry Styles Fanfiction || h. s.

Chapter 29

When she heard her name, she struggled to open her eyes. The smell of coffee pulled her to the surface of consciousness. She sighed and stretched her arms.

"Hi there," said Harry as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Ready for some coffee?"

Ashley sat up, took the mug from him and sipped, handed it back and snuggled under the covers again.

"No. You have to get up," he said. He set the mug down and pulled at the blanket he'd placed over her earlier. "Come on."

She turned her back to him still holding onto the cover. He slipped his hand under the edge of the blanket and caressed her bare back. She arched away from him.

"Your hand is cold," she said grumpily.

"Did I tell you how much I like this underwear? I cannot wait to see what else you have," he said pulling her hair to the side so that he could kiss the back of her neck. She raised her shoulders and chin in response.

"Stop that!"

"Hmmm, is that a sensitive spot?" He pushed the blanket away as far as he could and continued kissing her neck, shoulder, and upper back.

She finally turned onto her back and opened her eyes. "So what am I supposed to do with all this physical tension you're generating?" she whispered.

"Cold shower." Ashley gave him a murderous look. "No?" smiled Harry.

"Do not touch me anymore," she said pushing him away.

"Awww, come here," he said pulling her against him.

"That's not helpful," she groused.

"Okay, I'll stop torturing you," he said.

Ashley threw back the blanket and got up. She bent over to pick up her shoes, glanced over her shoulder, and sauntered into the bathroom.

"That's not helpful," he called out before she shut the bathroom door.

Moments later, the door opened and Ashley walked back into the bedroom. "I forgot my coffee," she said. Instead of picking up her coffee, she grabbed one of the small pillows that had fallen on the floor and flung it at Harry. "You are not very nice."

"Me? At least I'm not throwing dangerous objects at people's heads."

"A pillow is not dangerous," she said.

"Well, it could be." He was up off the bed now and moving toward her.

"Harry, no," she said backing up with her hand in front of her.

He took her wrist in his hands and pulled her toward him. "You should apologize. That hurt my feelings," he said taking the coffee mug from her hand and setting it on the nightstand.

Had he not been smiling mischievously, she would have believed he was serious.

"And if I don't?" she asked raising her chin.

"Consequences, sweetheart."

"Empty threats," she challenged.

He carefully pulled her wrists behind her back and locked them in one hand while using his other hand to pull her against him. His lips teased hers until she allowed his tongue access. His hand moved to her waist and down her hip until it rested on her rear. He let go of her wrists to free his other hand. Her nails grazed across his chest through his t-shirt.

"You have the most delicious curves," he said as he kissed her neck.

He lifted her slightly as he pressed his hips against hers. His obvious arousal made her take in a quick breath. "Harry," she sighed.