(Contains graphic nature)
“What kind of secrets are you hiding over there?” I motioned to Harry as he lay in the bed. His once voluminous hair cascaded down his forehead now, devoid of the products that had kept it up.
He sat up and scrunched his forehead. “Would you believe me if I told you?”
I glanced at the open window and turned my head back to him. “No.” I tried to get it out without smiling. Harry chuckled at my poor attempt and flopped back into the bed. He stayed that way for a few minutes as I went back to thumbing the pages of the hotel magazine.
He popped back up with a smile on his face. “Then why don’t you come over here and find out for yourself?” he said in a deep voice unlike his own. I peered at him above the pages of my magazine. He seemed serious enough, but his eyes held a something darker. Something mysterious.
I went back to reading my magazine without a word. If he wanted to be a dunce and use cheesy pickup lines on me, then he could knock himself out. But no girl in this room was going to be “picked up” with those lines tonight. Soon I felt a hand traveling slowly up my leg. I lifted my magazine to see Harry staring straight into my eyes with a crooked half smile. He stood up and reached for the back of my head, guiding me up until we were both standing within millimeters of each other.
“What if I told you my secrets were buried somewhere deep inside me. Would you risk going in to find them?” I watched his lips curve as he slowly let out each syllable. His breath smelled like a hint of whiskey and peaches as hit my face with its warmth.
“I’m a risky girl myself.” I told him, aware that he was slowly pulling me closer and closer. His lips were almost completely on top of mine when he whispered,
“Good. I like a girl who bites back.” His hot lips traced the words onto my skin as they moved to form the words. My eyes looked up to find his staring deep into me with a bright intensity I hadn’t ever seen. Maybe this was the beginning of something new with Harry? Maybe these last few months had changed him? I, for one, wasn’t going to wait to find out.
He held me for a few more seconds until he guided his head into mine and lightly played my lips with his. We stood there, completely enamored with each others presence when Harry reached up and held my head with both of his hands. He waited for a few seconds, memorized every line, freckle, blemish on my face and then came straight in for a kiss.
He moved one of his hands down my back pulling me closer as our lips danced with each other, moving one way and then the other. His lips burned against mine like two flaming feathers whispering against my skin with his intensity. His other hand left my head and reached behind my neck and he pulled me even closer, closer, closer but never close enough. His masculine smell drowned my nose as my brain was forced to shut down and let my body work. I pushed in deeper with my head, increasing the tension between us that seemed to burst at any second. I could feel the pressure building up between us. It was only a matter of time before our inner animals came out.
His hands fell back onto my butt and gave them a gentle squeeze. I broke the kiss and moaned slightly into his mouth. His hands reached under my thighs and pulled me up until I was wrapped around him in a tight embrace. His bare feet made padding noises against the ground as he walked me over to his bed. I could hear the stretch of his skin tight jeans as he sat me down on the bed, the entire time not breaking our kiss for a single second. The edges of my vision started to blur as my only clarity became the god that was on top of me. I wanted him so badly, too much was never enough.
