FWB

4.

I love how he looked at me. I love how his green eyes look at me with lust. And I couldn't take it anymore. No matter what I do, I couldn't push him away. I just love it when he does this to me. What is happening to me?

"Harry." I moaned, as he kissed my neck, leaving a mark. Oh, shoot. What will I tell Louis if he sees this?

He shushes me by pressing his finger to my mouth. "Shut up, Holly. You're turning me on."

His words are like some kind of incendiary device; my blood flames. He leans down and kisses my lips gently, and he sucks at my lower lip.

“I want to bite this lip,” he murmurs against my mouth, and carefully he tugs at it with his teeth. I moan, and he smiles.

“Please Holly, let me make love to you.”

“Yes,” I whisper, because that’s why I’m here. His smile is triumphant as he releases me and locks the door.I am quaking like a leaf. This is it. Finally, after all this time, I’m going to do it, with none other than Harry Styles. My breath is shallow, and I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s dressed in his white linen shirt and jeans. He is heart-stoppingly beautiful. His brown curly hair is a mess, his shirt hanging out – his green eyes bold and dazzling.

He opens the top drawer of the chest and removes a packet of condoms. He gazes at me intently.

“Be prepared,” he murmurs. “Do you want the blinds drawn?”

“I don’t mind.” I whisper. “I thought you didn’t like sleeping early.”

“Who says we’re going to sleep?” he murmurs softly.

“Oh.”

He strolls slowly toward me. Confident, sexy, eyes blazing, and my heart begins to pound. My blood’s pumping around my body. Desire, thick and hot, pools in my belly. He stands in front of me, staring down into my eyes. He’s so freaking hot.

“Let’s get this lingerie off, shall we?” he says softly, and takes hold of the straps and gently slides my lingerie off my shoulders. He places it on the chair.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Holly Winters?” he whispers. My breath hitches. I cannot take my eyes off his. He reaches up and gently runs his fingers down my cheek to my chin.

“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?” he adds, caressing my chin.

The muscles inside the deepest, darkest part of me clench in the most delicious fashion. The pain is so sweet and sharp I want to close my eyes, but I’m hypnotized by his green eyes staring fervently into mine. Leaning down, he kisses me. His lips are demanding, firm and slow, molding mine. He starts lifting my lingerie while he places feather-like kisses across my jaw, my chin, and the corners of my mouth. Slowly he peels it off me and lets it fall to the floor. He stands back and gazes at me. I’m in the pale blue lacy perfect-fit bra. Thank heavens.

“Oh, Holly,” he breathes. “You have the most beautiful skin, pale and flawless. I want to kiss every single inch of it.”

I flush. Oh my… Why did he say he couldn’t make love? I will do anything he wants. He grasps my hair tie, pulls it free, and gasps as my hair cascades down around my shoulders.

“I like blondes,” he murmurs, and both of his hands are in my hair, grasping each side of my head. His kiss is demanding, his tongue and lips coaxing mine. I moan, and my tongue tentatively meets his. He puts his arms around me and hauls me against his body, squeezing me tightly. One hand remains in my hair, the other travels down my spine to my waist and down to my behind. His hand flexes over my backside and squeezes gently. He holds me against his hips, and I feel his erection, which he languidly pushes into me.