“And this…” I said, using my free hand to motion to the patio in front of us. “Is the hot tub.”
Harry nodded, seemingly impressed, as he took in the outdoor area of my flat. He gave my other hand a squeeze.
“So are we getting in?” he asked, turning his head to look at me with a cheeky grin and raised eyebrows.
“Hmmm,” I hummed, purposely not making eye contact with him and staring straight ahead.
“Well, do you want to?” I retorted back, now looking up to meet his gaze. Even before the words were out of my mouth, I knew that he did. But I wanted to hear him say it.
There was a smirk on his lips and his eyes were sparkling mischievously.
“Yeah lets go,” he said with a slight tug pulling me toward it. But I held my ground. I wanted him to beg for this. Beg for me. There was no way I was going to miss this opportunity to tease him. I knew it drove him crazy, which drove me crazy.
“Maybe tomorrow, I’m a little tired,” I said, faking yawn. I began to walk away when I felt a tight grip on wrist, and all of a sudden, I was being pulled back towards Harry’s body.
I inhaled a sharp breath at our sudden proximity. We were standing extremely close to each other, our faces only mere inches away. I looked into Harry’s eyes and was surprised to see him glowering down at me, his eyes almost angry.
“I don’t think you’re tired at all, [Y/N],” he said with a slight growl, his grasp still firm on my wrist.
“Give me 3 good reasons I should Harry,” I said, trying to act unfazed by the change in mood. But I couldn’t help my knees from wobbling. I just hoped he hadn’t notice.
Harry released his grip from my wrist, crossing his arms across his chest with an evil smirk; as if he had been thinking of ways to convince me to do this all night.
“It’s a hot out; we could use some water,” he stated before taking another step closer. Our noses were practically touching now.
“Aren’t you thirsty, [Y/N?]” he whispered against my face, letting his hot breath wash over.
I felt my hands getting clammy with sweat, but I remained calm, or at least tried to.
“Okay.” I said, my voice shaky. ”That’s one. Reason two?”
Harry slipped his tongue out of his mouth and ran it across his bottom lip looking at me with a wicked expression. I watched as he licked his lips, so mesmerized by his tongue that I barely noticed my breathing getting heavier.
Harry leaned closer again, but this time sidestepping a little so his mouth was just in front of my ear.
“We can get wet,” he whispered, his cold tongue trailing down the edge of my earlobe. I closed my eyes, trying to fight off my unstable breaths. I don’t think he was talking about having a splashing fight.
“Final reason?” I squeaked, my voice coming out smaller than I expected. So much for being in control.
“I want to see you in that fucking bathing suit,” he growled, launching his mouth onto the sweet spot on my neck, just below my ear.
