Truth Sets You Free

Chapter 5

Harry hovers over me as my head falls back against the pillow. This is the strongest that he's kissed me since I've been home. He's been so gentle and worried about hurting me, and I hate it because all I want is to touch him and feel him.

His teeth take my lower lip between them as I grip the ends of his hair, trying to pull him even closer to me. God, my body has been craving this for so long.

"Bella." He mumbles against my lips as his hips relax onto me. I can tell that he wants this as much as I do, but I also know that he's seconds away from stopping because that's what usually happens.

I choose to ignore him as I tighten my grip on his hair.

"Bella." He tries again, but this time a moan slips out. "We can't do this."

"Why not?" I whisper breathlessly.

"You know why not." He shoots back, trying to pull away from me. He finally succeeds and pushes himself off of me, placing his hands next to my head so that he can look down at me.

"Harry." I whine. "I'm fine."

I immediately regret my words as he raises a skeptical eyebrow at me.

"I'm serious." I continue. "I know you're worried about hurting me, but it's been two months."

"I realize that, but did you not hear what Mr. Touchy-Feely said today?" I try not to laugh as he proceeds to lecture me. "I might not like him, but I'd be an idiot not to listen to him. He said that things are moving slow."

"Yeah, but he also said that I'm improving." I argue, causing him to roll his eyes.

He takes a deep breath as his forehead creases into a frown. "Baby, trust me, I want nothing more than to bury myself inside of you." His words make me blush right away, but I'm not backing down.

"Then do it." I urge lowly.

I can see the temptation in his features as he lets out a labored sigh. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't." I assure him. "And if you do, I'll tell you and we'll stop."

He looks down at me for a long moment, thinking. I know that he's going to give in. He wants this. We both need it.

"Please, Harry." I whisper, causing him to groan before leaning down so that his forehead is against mine.

"Fine."

I smile widely, but my mouth is quickly covered with his as he returns the same passion that consumed us before. His lips feel so good against mine, but I secretly want them to be everywhere else.

My head rolls back, giving him access to my neck. He understands what I want as he moves his lips along my jaw and down to my neck. My fingers slip from his hair and trail down his chest to his waist.

I hear him chuckle as I fumble with the button on his pants, making it quite clear what my intentions are. He sits up slightly, allowing my fingers to get a better grip on the small metal button of his black pants. Once they're undone, he brings his hands down to the hem of his shirt and swiftly pulls it over his head, tossing it on the floor behind him.

I take that opportunity to sit up with him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He holds onto me as our lips reconnect. There's so much passion and urgency, but when his fingers lift the hem of my shirt up and brush across my skin, he sucks in a sharp breath against my lips.

He pulls his lips away from me to look down at the disfigurement on my lower hip. His fingers trace delicately over the scar that resulted from twenty stiches after a shard of glass from the car's windshield impaled my waist.