Annihilation - h.s.

Chapter Fifteen.

Author's Note:

(Really excited about this chapter)

xoxo

Harry's POV

The longer I drive, the more I doubt that going to August's apartment in search of Cory is the right idea. I won't be able to fully have control once I come face to face with him and I can't have My Flame push away from me. I mean; I've already gotten this close to fucking her, I would be an idiot to blow it now.

I pull out of my thoughts to look over at August whose eyes are fixated onto the road ahead of us. Her fingers are absentmindedly playing with the hem of her dress, which seems as if it's becoming shorter and shorter, revealing more of her smooth thighs every time I look over at her. The closer to her apartment we get, the harder it is for me not to see Cory's hands running up her thighs in place of mine, or me leaning to kiss her neck only to find that Cory's lips have already marked her skin red, lying her down on her bed only to smell his cologne in stead of hers.

We finally arrive at her apartment building and with my patience quickly decreasing I park, taking up three parking spaces instead of one, and turn the key to shut off the engine. I stay seated for a moment, realizing that I have to decide which plan I'm going to carry out. I hear the click of August's seatbelt and wait for the passenger door to open. It doesn't. Instead, in mere seconds, August is sat straddling me, kissing my neck as I sit stunned on the driver's side.

It doesn't take long for the situation to register, though, and my hand grips her back, pulling her closer to me in the tight space, while the other clasps on to her thigh. Her hips grind in to mine and I strain, once again, against the zip of my jeans. My lips attach themselves to her neck; I feel the breath escape her chest as she breathes cold air down my own. Her fingers trail up my torso, over my shoulders, and tangle themselves in the hair at the base of my skull.

As I suck at the corner of her jaw, she lets out a quiet sigh while tugging gently at my hair. Encouraged, I'm quick to work my way up to her lips, those goddamn lips that have been toying with me all night. Just as I'm about to press my own against them, August pulls away and a pink fucking tongue glides along her bottom lip. She wiggles backwards on my lap, trails her hands back down my chest and stomach to rest at the base of my hips.

It's now that her clouded eyes look down to see the extrusive appendage in my lap.

Her bottom lip is pulled between white teeth as she looks back up at me with a smirk. I raise my eyebrows in challenge. "Care to do something about it?"

She nods; lip still tugged between her teeth, and leans in to me once more. She moves slower, much slower than I would like, as her lips near mine again. As her hands move towards her center of concentration, my hips raise from the leather seat, determined to feel her hands connect with me.

Just then, her fucking cell phone vibrates from the purse that's resting in the passenger seat of my truck. My body tenses as my briefly forgotten rage rushes back through my veins.

August seems oblivious to the fact that her phone has just gone off so I push her hips away from me, earning her attention once again.

"Upstairs." I struggle between breaths. I hate that I can't enjoy this moment; I hate that fucking cellphone as equally as I hate Fucking Cory for using it to distract her from me, and now me from her. I need him to know that he doesn't have the privilege of August and then once I know I'm the only one, I can finally turn my desires in to reality.

August's POV

I stay on Harry's lap for a moment, his fingers digging in to my thighs, and his pupils blown up to an extent where I can only see a sliver of green encircling the darkness. His jaw is clenched, too; his over all demeanor has turned almost animalistic. His left hand is released from my thigh, fingers leaving temporary red lines on my skin, to once again push his hair back from his face. Harry's curls have gotten noticeably messier as opposed to how he had it styled it at the beginning of the night.