Unpredictable Love

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Harry's POV

After dinner I assist Karleigh in climbing into my car. She's wearing a pouty expression on her face, and I'm wondering what's on her mind, and I what I can do to ease her.

"Karleigh, what's wrong you've been acting strange ever since we discussed uni." I ask.

She gives a small shrug. " I know you said you wanted to enjoy the night, but I can't stop thinking about Monday..." The corners of her lips hint at a frown.

Removing one hand from the steering wheel, I rub my thumb against her lips. Her warm breath hits the skin of my hand and she peers over at me.

"Don't frown." I tell her. She grabs my hand, holding it to her mouth and lightly kisses the pads of my fingers.

"Let's go to your place." She whispers and I nod. "Is Niall home?" She randomly asks.

I shrug, "I'm not sure, he could be at Mandy's."

Karleigh scrunches her face up in disgust at the mention of Mandy. "You don't like her?" I ask.

Her head snaps over to glare at me. "Is that even a question?" Her response is clipped.

I lift one hand from the steering wheel in surrender and Karleigh laughs softly.

A few moments pass and Karleigh is being unusually quiet, I sneak a few glances over at her. Her cheekbones start to turn a light shade of pink.

"What?" I ask and she shakes her head as if to brush off my curiosity.

Her small hand falls into my lap and my eyes flicker down at it for a second, then back up at the road. She traces random patterns on my thighs.

Hesitantly her hand pauses, but I don't bring attention to her abrupt stop as I try to pay attention to driving. She starts tracing again, and I smile to myself.

Before I know it, her hand is tracing a pattern on the crotch of my jeans. Even with the light friction of her fingertips, my arousal is starting to become noticeable.

I glance over at Karleigh, who is smiling at her hand as she continues to palm me through my jeans.

"Christ, Karleigh I'm trying to drive." I pant, gripping the steering wheel in concentration.

"I'm trying to enjoy my night." She defends in a sexy voice.

My jeans are growing tighter by the second and I'm loosing my focus. "Karleigh, if you keep on, I'm gonna wreck." I moan in a breathy voice.

"Harry, calm down. It'll be fun, you drive and I'll give you a massage...to help you relax." She purrs.

Her hand moves to undo my seatbelt and I don't stop her. Karleigh unbuckles my jeans and strains to slide my pants down some. She leans over the console and her face moves closer to my dick.

One wave of her warm breath hits me through my boxers and I groan.

"Karleigh, not right now. I'm literally going to wreck." I insist.

She sighs. "Fine."

Immediately she is back into her passenger seat fully, and staring out the window. She doesn't say another word for the rest of the drive, and in hope I haven't managed to piss her off. She's been having an awful lot of mood swings lately.

I park in my usual spot in the lot of my apartment building and Karleigh and I head up the ramp to my apartment. Grabbing my keys from the back pocket of my jeans, I unlock the door and Karleigh enters behind me.