VALERIE

Chapter 26.5: Under the Sheets

 Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2013

 

HARRY’s POV

Valerie and I continue kissing until we reach the dim lounge just few meters away from the balcony. She wraps her arms around my neck, tugging the root of my hair while I desperately roam my hands around her body. I grab her slender thighs and hastily lift her up while she tangles her feet behind me. Her arms are clasped tighter around me so that she won’t fall to the floor. She’s tall but she is still not that heavy. I tip my head back a little because she’s now few inches above me while we kiss. I pin her against the white rigid wall and she whimpers a little, sending shivers down my spine.

We release sharp breathes through our nose, refraining from pulling away from each other’s lips. My heart thumps loud and fast as I feel our tongues swirling against each other. She pulls me towards her, squeezing me against her body taking almost all my breath away.

“Couch.” She mutters lustfully against my lips and I comply when she connects her lips to mine shortly after.

Her dark hair sprawls down messily at the cushion after I toss her gently to the couch. She’s so sexy and her brown eyes glisten up a little as she waits for me to clamber on top of her. She grins tauntingly once I am on top rubbing my body against her before I connect my lips with hers again.

I mentally laugh at the thought that I was just mad at her earlier, and now I’m on top of her enjoying her luscious and tempting plump lips. She really is my weakness, my drug—my own brand of heroine, as Edward Cullen refers to his Bella. Valerie is my own version of Bella Swan. But they’re the total opposite. While Bella is the calmness amidst the storm, Valerie saunters to create a detrimental hurricane. She’s unstoppable and I hate that about her, but at the same time, I love that about her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I hiss after I quickly pull away a little. I scowl at the playful smile etched on her face after I swat her hand that was almost inside my sweatpants if I hadn’t stopped her.

“What?” She asks, giggling at herself as if she doesn’t have a single clue of what I was talking about.

“You know damn well what I was talking about. Why did you do that?”

“Why? You don’t want me?” Wait, what? Is this really Valerie whom I am talking to? I’m kissing? That’s below me right now? I have to look away for a second and think, recall if I drank alcohol earlier this evening. No, I’m sure I haven’t. I look at her again and examine her pale white face if she’s the one who’s drunk. But if she is drunk, then I’d most probably tasted it. So, she’s not drunk at all. What the heck is happening here?

“Come on, Harry.” She murmurs this time tugging my hand down between her thighs. “Just touch me, please?” I feel my cheeks flush as my eyes widen in shock at her plea. Oh my, I must be dreaming. I should really slap myself right now so I’d snap out of this. But I quiver when I feel her flesh against my palm and I flinch almost immediately. As much as I’d hope that I am just dreaming, but I am not. Oh dear.

“Wait. Wait.” I shake my head and prop up on my elbow beside her. I retrieve my hands away from her and make sure that it is attached on her waist so that I am aware of its movement this time. I’m really freaking out right now. “We cannot do this in here.” I look around the dark and silent room, then back at her gleaming face again.

“Why not?” She huffs and frowns at me, clutching her arms above her chest obviously pissed off.

“Well, first… what if someone walks in? Second, our friends are sleeping just along the hall. What if they wake up?”