So Into You

CHAPTER 17

I don't know if it's because I'm feeling vulnerable right now or because I'm upset that Jake may not be telling me the whole truth, but one thing I'm sure of is I want to be kissing Harry right now, consequences be damned. 

At first, he's startled, and I'm scared he'll break the kiss, but he kisses me harder. His hands wrap around my waist. I'm not thinking right now, I just want to be in this moment with him and nothing else matters to me.

I've fought so much with myself, but I don't doubt it anymore. I'm entirely in love with Harry. I don't care that it seems to have happened so fast, but isn't that what love does to you? It creeps up on you and throws everything off balance.

 One minute you think it's nothing, and the next, you are fully consumed by that person. I'm not even thinking about the fact that his feelings don't match mine.

His lips move with mine. We're still standing by the door. My hands move down from his neck and slip beneath his shirt; he shivers a bit. I guess my fingers are a bit cold, but I don't care, I just want to touch him.

 He kicks the door shut with his foot, no point in giving the neighbors a show. He breaks the kiss for a second, and my hands fall from underneath. I don't want to talk about anything, I could chalk it up to the hormones, but I know deep down this is all me.

Harry presses his lips back to mine and lifts me, my legs wrap around his waist, and he begins to walk in the direction of my bedroom. He's never been in my room, but if we keep going down the path we're on, then he's probably going to see way more than my bedroom tonight.

He sits on the bed, and I'm straddling him. I break the kiss, and my lips are on his neck, his hands grip my waist tighter, and he's starting to get turned on. I guess I've found the spot. This time his hands slip below my blouse, and he unsnaps my bra strap easily, I rock my hips against him, and his grip tightens. I think we're going there.

I don't know how he does it, but before I know it he's undone my bun and my hair is falling down my back, he runs his hands through and pulls my face away from his neck so he can bring his lips back to mine. This feeling is pure bliss, and I want more. I grab the hem of his shirt, and he breaks for a second so I can get it over his head. He does the same with my blouse.

Even though he's seen me topless before, I still love how his gaze moves over my body. It makes me feel wanted, and I know he can do very filthy things to me, and I wouldn't complain. He takes in my piercing, and his finger runs over it, this time I'm the one who shivers, yup I can feel that pool back in my panties.

He looks back up at me and says "I like this"

"Of course you do," I reply and kiss him again. His tongue enters my mouth, and I feel like I might turn into mush right now, he brings me closer and changes the angle of the kiss. Damn! Harry Easton sure knows how to kiss. His hands are on my breasts, and he's squeezing light. I could definitely get used to this feeling.

My hands move between us, and I grip him through his sweats, I'm glad he's not wearing jeans because this will make it a lot easier for him to get naked fast. He groans and stops kissing me.

"Wait," he says.

"What. Why?"

His eyes meet mine, "We don't have to do this tonight."

Okay, it seems like at least one of us is thinking straight, he's probably right, but I'm sure I want to do this.

"It's okay. I want to do this." I insist.

"I know you do, but you text me because you were upset and I didn't come here to get you naked." he's right, I know he is, but I huff.

"I don't mind you getting me naked, though." Oh, how the roles have been reversed. Usually, he's the one that needs restraint, but tonight it's me.