The Maid For Styles

Chapter 63

A/N: This is the last warning I'm giving for sexual content, because I think you guys know by now that it's just going to be written in chapters whenever, so yeah. I mean at the start of the book there's a big note about how to expect sexual content and shit. Sooo, as usual, feel free to skip it, but remember there'll be no more warnings from now on. Enjoy :)

Chloe's POV

"We've gotta go." My words were muffled by the locks of Harry's hair that were messily settled against my lips, as he lay on top of me, head rested against my collarbone.

"Nooo," he whined, cocking his head up so that his nose brushed the side of my neck, causing a small laugh to fall from my lips. His arms stiffened against my slightly sweaty skin in an attempt to keep me in place.

"I know," I mumbled. There was not one bone in my body that desired our departure from the old shack, but it was getting dark outside and somewhat chilly; it was time to go back home.

"I'm comfortable, though." Harry's voice was vaguely hoarse; our prior activates the basis for that.

I smiled, bringing my hands from his bare back to his hair, slowly massaging his scalp. He released a small sigh of appreciation, using his toe to rub small circles against my shin as his body draped over me in the most delightful way.

"If we go home now, you can shower with me," I bargained, knowing it'd most likely work.

Harry grumbled inaudible words against my neck, before he pushed his torso up, so he could look me in the eyes. A cute, childlike pout rested on his lips, a little frown etched into his brow. "That's not even fair."

I grinned up at him, reaching up with my hand to push a small strand of hair back from his forehead, although, it didn't achieve much; his hair was too dishevelled from my hands constantly running through the strands.

"But, it is, though; you get to see me wet and naked," I told him, straining my neck to lift my head up and press a kiss to his lips.

"I can see you wet and naked under different circumstances," he told me, pushing my head back down to rest against the pillows once again, our lips resuming their tender assault.

"Touché," I whispered as we broke apart, our gazes locked on one another's eyes.

Something had changed within him, I could see it. His eyes seemed brighter and his grin appeared to be wider, physically showing the emotion he'd spilled into our love making. We'd knocked down our physical barrier and I felt as if we were attached to each other in a way that was different than before, because we'd experienced each other in ways that were foreign to others; we were one.

"I love you," he mumbled, his lips brushing mine ever so slightly.

"I love you too," I reciprocated, cupping his define jaw in my hands, running my thumb across his cheek bone. My God, was he beautiful.

A striking and touching grin appeared on his face as if they were the best possible words he could hear. "You wanna go home?" He asked, bringing his arm from behind my neck to above my head, his hand resting in my hair that was surely knotted against the pillow.

"No," I mumbled. "But, we have to."

Harry nodded. "Okay, but I'm still taking you up on that shower offer." A cheeky wink was shot my way, before he kissed my lips, gently, one last time and carefully pushed himself up from me.

Once he was stood up, he held his hands out for me to grab. I gratefully took them and accepted his help in pulling me up. He tugged me to his chest, deliberately making our naked bodies collide heatedly.