Stranded

Chapter 64

A/N

Wattpad rated this story rated R. I have mixed emotions about this lol but I'm sorry I haven't updated this in forever and I hope this chapter makes up for it:) xx and check out my new story, "Fragile" while you're at it;) 

 *Harry's POV*

Cass smiles, victorious, before opening the door to the bathroom wider, allowing me in. She turns her back to me, ridding herself of her pants as I sit down on the counter, trying to keep my eyes off of her which is pretty fucking hard if I may say so myself.

"So you really are fine with going to the Bahamas?" I ask, trying to distract my mind from how sexy she looks in her ridiculous and tacky little ducklings bra and matching panties. She turns around, eyes holding a completely innocent look in them as she struggles to unclasp her bra.

"Yeah." she grunts. "Shit. Can you help me with this?" she turns her back to me, inviting me to unclasp her bra for her. She knows exactly what she's doing. 

I silently get up from my spot on the sink, hands lingering over the skin of her her flawless back and shoulders. God, how I wish I could just touch ever inch of her...

"Ah, ah, ah." she scolds. "No wandering hands." she laughs.

"Oh, come on Cass." I beg.

"Nope. My mind's made up. Now are you going to unclasp my bra for me or am I going to have to go get someone else to help-"

"Fuck no." I growl and she chuckles.

"That's what I thought." she says. "Now hurry up so I can take my damn shower." I sigh, complying to her demands. She shimmies the straps down her arms before turning back to me, an absolute evil smirk on her full lips. I'm trying so hard not to look down to see her full tits and perfect stomach, and she knows it.

"What? Finding it a bit difficult to keep your eyes above my neck?" she teases and I roll my eyes at her. 

"Haha very funny." I say, though it's not very funny at all. "Actually, it's not as much of a struggle as you think." I smirk and she raises her eyebrows.

"Oh really?" she says and I nod. She bends down slowly, tauntingly, never taking her eyes off mine as she removes her panties, holding them up so I can see them before throwing them to the side. A smirk makes it's way to her lips as she notices my breathing begin to quicken. Dammit.

"How about now?" she taunts. I feel my pants become tighter, straining against my buldge which continues to become more and more prominent.

"Just hurry up and take your shower." I say, turning my head from her and closing my eyes. I hear her laugh before she places a lingering kiss to my lips, biting down on my bottom one before stepping into the shower. She's really testing my patience.

"So," she says as if nothing has happened at all. "Tell me, what's this whole plan wit us going to the Bahamas which I'm totally stoked about by the way." 

She tilts her head back, wetting her hair before reaching for my shampoo and squirting a good amount on her hands and lathering it into her hair. I love that she likes to use my shampoo. I know it may sound fucking crazy and obsessive but it means something to me and I love the way she smells after a shower. And the way she's lathering her hair, it's like watching a damn porn film.

"No offense, but honestly, how do you expect me to have a decent conversation with you when you're doing that?" I ask and she opens her eyes, looking over at me with confusion clearly written on her face.

"When I'm doing what, Harry?" she asks, slightly annoyed.

"That!" I motion to her. "Everything you're doing makes my pants tighter. I'm watching every porn-film makers dream right now." I admit and she blushes, going back to lathering her hair.