It's Complicated... - H.S

Chapter 25: Best Years.

HARRY'S POV:

    "Listen... I think I can fix this with a nice apology, and a super nice kiss, don't you think?" She asks sweetly, and I smirk, my lips right behind her ear.

    "I don't think apologies are going to get you out of this one princess... Bringing up Hunter like you did... All of the things you said..." I mumble.

    "And what about you? Saying I had a boyfriend..." She fights back, and I raise an eyebrow, smirking.

    "You're really testing me today aren't you?" I ask, surprised by the spur of confidence. She's normally confident, but when it comes to situations like this I'm in complete control of her mind and body... The bright, and crazy girl is gone and replaced with someone who is in complete submission to me. Before I can think of what to say she's somehow gotten her way from my hands, and turned herself around, and her lips are on mine.

She kisses me with every bit of passion in her, and it's sweet she thinks she can get out of this like this. Her tongue slides in past my lips caressing my own, and I feel a shudder move through my body as it does. My hands grab her waist as tight as I can out of instinct and she shudders, a breath letting out against my mouth, and I almost lose it right there.

    She comes back to me, pulling my bottom lip between her teeth, and I told her not to do that again... Told her if she was going to do that I'd have to fuck her, and I know that's what she wants. I know she brought it up the other day for a reason, but I need it to have more drive... more reason behind it... It can't happen now. But she's in your head... She's winning right now... I feel myself pulsing below the belt, knowing I'll end up having to fix it myself later on just like the last few times, but if that's what it takes for her to know that I'm here to give her everything even if it means I'm getting nothing in return I'm okay with that.

I prepare myself to push her from me, to move her to my bed, to have my way with her, but her greedy hands start palming me, feeling me, and I can't help but groan out. Fuck. She's never touched me. In all of this, since the two of us came to terms with our feelings it's all been me.

    "Goldie what are you-"

    "When I said I wanted to apologize.. I didn't mean with words..." She pulls her face back, and her fingers slide under the waistband of my jeans, pulling me right to her. "Don't fight me on this..." She mumbles. Her voice is dripping with seduction, I swear she might have grown little devil horns right in this moment. How can I deny her though? How do I look her in the eyes and say no, especially now as she's pulling at my belt, taking the lead.

    "Goldie, I think-"

    "That was your first mistake. Don't think, don't talk back." She urges on, and I swear my eyes almost pop out of my head. Who the fuck is this? This is the same girl who was practically melting in my hands, could barely fucking speak when I was about to kiss her, hadn't even done it yet.

But I don't need this.. I don't need this from her to feel loved by her.. But fuck... Seeing her drop down, seeing her on her fucking knees in front of me is a sight I can't unsee. It's a sight I fucking dreamed of. It makes my mouth water almost...

A fucking princess, an angel giving me everything with those fucking lips... but I don't need it. I tilt her chin up as she starts to unbutton my pants, and she glares now. "Touch me anywhere but my hair to pull it out of my fucking face, and I swear I'm crawling out of that window, and you can have fun with your hand the rest of the night. Understood?"

Well... I'm fucked. She pulls my pants down, letting them bunch at my ankles, and her eyes are eager, ready, and hungry as she stares straight ahead, seeing the obvious bulge. How the fuck could I possibly not be hard in this situation? She's the only one that makes me feel like this, she always has been even when it wasn't like this...