FIRE (Harry Styles)

COMING SOON
(SNEAK PEAK)

Kennedy Carter

He's made of fire. People say I'm the tall glass of water that's needed to burn him out. He just doesn't know it yet, and I just don't want to believe it yet.

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He was close, too close, and I was now against the cold, brick wall.  "Well here's news for you sweetheart, I don't play fair. Never have, never will."

I kept myself in control, not letting my breathing hitch at our proximity, or at the rate his deep, raspy voice sent shivers down my spine. I raised my hands to his chest, pushing him back so I could breathe. He took a step back. "Good," I crossed my arms, "because a fair game is never a fun game."

His emerald eyes lit up as he let out a low chuckle. "Touché baby."

One of my eyebrows quirked up in question and I couldn't resist asking, "So am I just a game to you then? Your next catch?"

The humor left his eyes, all sincerity taking its place as he looked at me. "No, you're a challenge. A challenge I intend on figuring out, head to toe, inside and out." The intensity and passion that his eyes were filled with when he spoke these words sent shivers down my spine. He took a step forward and uncrossed my arms, leaning his body into mine once again, making me flush against the cold, brick wall. He buried his hands into my waist and his head into the crook of my neck, peppering kisses wherever his lips lead him. "Head to toe," his husky voice whispered into my skin, "inside and out." I let out a sigh in pleasure as his lips repeatedly made contact with my skin, and wound my arms around his neck to rest at his nape as my fingers tangled in his hair. He was intoxicating.