Intent 2: Fight or Flight [Wattys 2017] (ON HOLD)

Chapter 36

Slow Hands – Niall Horan

Emma

"Harry you are going to regret that," I try to scold him,splashing a bit of water in his direction.

My mini reprimand doesn't go very far because mere moments after I emerge from the water, annoyed and freezing, salt in my ears and hair stuck all over my face, Harry slinks one arm around my waist and smiles back at me.

Without a word, Harry pushes my sticky hair off my face and shoulder to start kissing along my neck.

Like the cheeky boy he is, Harry takes his time exploring, nipping and licking my salty skin until he reaches my sweet spot. I grip onto his shoulder as he laps his tongue over the space just below my ear, taking a sneaking bite on my earlobe.

My entire body is ignited by one move and it's insane.

I try to stifle my moan but fail miserably and the boy whose lips are latched onto my flesh knows it.

And it certainly doesn't help that I can feel his flipping smirk against my skin. I should want to slap him or calm him down for being cheeky out in the open, but I am loving this moment too much.

"Fuck me" I mumble under my breath as I rest my arms over Harry shoulders and closing my eyes unable to resist any longer. How is he even doing this in the water? I don't know how he's keeping us afloat but I don't even care.

This feels too damn good to care. Like toe curling, eye rolling, spine tinglingly good.

But suddenly he pulls back, ripping me out of my moment of pleasurable bliss to look back at him. I find Harry trying to suppress one of the widest grins I have ever seen on him.

Now what is he up to?

"Fuck me..." He comments, mimicking my voice.

Wonderful, he heard.

"Em I'm surprised. I know you can't control yourself around me but we are in broad daylight here babe." He plays shocked, teasing me to no end. "You know I want nothing more than to fuck you, but out in the open like this? Or were you talking about on the board because I think it would be pretty obvious if we were up there humping each others brains out."

Don't smile, don't smile.

But I do which only pushes him to keep going.

"Alright alright," he says tossing his head from side to side as if succumbing to some wordless begging that I'm dishing out, which we all know I'm not. "I'm sure we can work something out if you really want to. Probably not on the board you dirty thing..." Harry chuckles as he manages to pinch my ass.

Before I can say a word in my defense he starts back up again.

"I know that's why you brought it out here," he smirks as I roll my eyes, knowing that I could try to stop him but he'll just keep going and going to annoy me anyway. "Okay," he says, very determined. "Keep your legs wrapped around me like this and I'll hold onto the board for leverage and I think it'll do the trick."

He stops for a moment making sure how we are situated is to his liking before looking at me square in the eyes rather seriously.

Patiently, Harry secures his hold around our tangled bodies in preparation. "Now Emma, you're gonna have to help me out here.... get those hips moving for me love."

I burst into laughter knowing exactly what he is getting at. This cheeky devil wants me to do all the work while he just floats around holding onto the board and keeping us connected.