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

Chapter 70

The drive back had been quieter than it needed to be. Once they were back in the hotel room, Ashley realized she'd not made firm plans about where she'd be staying for the next few days.

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Does the offer to stay at your house still stand or should I extend my stay at the hotel?"

"Sweetheart, why would you even ask that?"

"You were awfully quiet on the way back to the hotel," she said with the uncertainty she was feeling about their situation evident in her voice.

"Ashley, I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. I was just trying to give you the space to think about our conversation since you seemed to need it."

"Everything you said makes sense, rings true. I'm trying to figure out how I can do what you've asked."

"We need to be open with one another and communicate. Come here. Perhaps what you need right now is a little less talk," he said pulling her close. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too."

Harry scooped her up, kissed her, and took her to the bedroom. "Do you feel like having sex?"

"Sounds nice."

"Nice . . . nice!

"I didn't . . ."

"How about fantastic?" he asked cutting her off.

"Ok. Sounds fantastic!" she said with exaggerated enthusiasm.

"That's just downright sarcasm. When we do this, you are going to tell me how amazing I am!"

"If you say so," she said sassily.

"Come here," he said pulling against him. "Let me tell you what I plan to do." He leaned and whispered in her ear.

"Harry!" she said with shock. He laughed before beginning to unbutton her jacket.

He pushed the jacket off her shoulders and untied her scarf. "Here we go." He had her sit on the edge of the bed while he pulled off her boots. "How's that?"

"Nice," she said smiling sassily.

"You are in for so much trouble," he said.

He pulled her to her feet, unbuckled her belt and jeans, pulled down the zipper, and untucked the shirt from the waistband. "This is one of my favorite things."

"What?"

"Undressing you. You are like the perfect gift just waiting to be unwrapped."

"Will I have my turn?"

"Of course," he said as he pulled the shirt over her head. He reached behind her and released the clasp to her bra before slipping it down her arms. "So beautiful." He leaned down to plant kisses along her neck, her shoulder, and the base of her throat. As the trail of his kisses travelled downward, he dropped to his knees and peeled back the open jeans until he could see the butterfly. He traced it with his tongue followed by his thumb. He became impatient with her jeans and hooked his fingers into the waistband to pull them down her legs and off her feet as she balanced herself holding onto his shoulders.

Harry looked up at her with a mix of intensity and mischievousness dancing in his eyes and around his lips. He kissed the inside of her knee and continued upward until he made his way to just below her bellybutton. Ashley reached for his shoulders, attempting to steady herself. "Harry," she whispered hoarsely.

He stood and took her face between his hands. "Open your eyes and tell me what you know I'm waiting to hear," he said with a smile in his voice.

Her eyes were the color of the darkest steel when she looked at him. Although she was obviously shaken by what he'd done, she wanted to match his playfulness for a few moments before they were both lost. "I can't."