Insecure

There's no place I'd rather be in this world, your eyes are where I'm lost in*

Versace On The Floor - Bruno Mars

A/N- Last smut of the book! Two more chapters then the epilogue after this ya'll!

"Mr. Styles, we've arrived."  The limo driver informs us causing us to jump, Harry lifts himself off of me breathing heavily from our heated exchange during the ride. He climbs out of the limo and unfolds his long limbs before extending his hand to help me out.

Harry nods at the driver and tugs me to the door, just as I go to put my code into the door I'm pinned against it as Harry kisses me passionately. His lips mold in a sinful rhythm with mine as he punches in the code, Harry moves us into the house without disconnecting our lips. "Ronnie?" He asks against my lips.

"In Tacoma for a tattoo convention." I reply before gripping his collar and kissing him back even more hungrily, the click of the auto lock sounds as Harry shuts the door. His hands cradle my neck as he tilts his head and kisses me until I'm breathless. 

His fingers dance up the back of my dress before reaching the zipper and sliding it down, "This dress is beautiful on you." He whispers after taking a breath, his fingertips leave a wake of goosebumps as he slips the fabric off my body. "But it looks even better on the floor." He purrs before reconnecting our lips, I slip my hands into the shoulders of his jacket before sliding it down his arms. We leave a trail of clothing from the front door to the hallway before Harry stops to slip off his boots and socks leaving him in his tight dark red boxers, he kneels in front of me before taking my foot and unlacing the straps around my ankles. 

Harry presses soft, light kisses over the red marks left by my heels. Once he's done he stands to his full height and I immediately miss the added boost of my heels as he towers over me. "You're so fucking beautiful Sara." He whispers, his voice heavy with lust and want. "You have always been and will always be more then enough for me, you are the most amazing woman I've ever met and if it's possible, I've fallen even more in love with you after tonight." Harry says softly as he cups my face and gazes into my eyes with his beautiful greens. "Your strength and grace under pressure is astounding, I feel so lucky to be with you." He adds in a soft whisper, I had no words to say so I let my lips do the talking. 

Harry returns my kiss feverishly before running his hands down the back of my thighs, "Jump." He says against my lips and I jump up as Harry wraps my legs around his waist, he effortlessly carries us across the room before lying me down on my bed. He takes his time kissing every inch of my skin as he slips my bra and panties off, it's as if my body is his religion and he's worshiping me like an altar. 

It doesn't matter what had just happened, hell it doesn't matter what's happened in the last month. All that matters is he and I in this moment, all that matters is our incredible love for each other. 

All that matters is the heavenly way he touches me, the euphoric filling I get as he slides into my slick core. We hadn't had sex since that night in the art studio mostly because we wanted a relationship not built on raw sexual chemistry which we have in abundance, we wanted a relationship build on a mutual love and trust of each other. Yes the last week and a half has been rough but I trust Harry with everything and in turn, I give him my everything.

Our bodies mold together in a perfect rhythm that only he and I can achieve, his green orbs gaze down at me as he gives me his everything filling me completely. All of the holes I had when I met him he's filled over time, he's not only healed me body and soul but my heart as well. When I'm with him I feel free, free to be myself, free to live a life I've chosen for myself. 

When I look into Harry's eyes I see the deep green with hints of blue reminding me of the Santa Cruz coastline, I see the beach house of my dreams where we settle down and live out our lives.

I see a family.

I lift my head up and kiss him passionately before flipping us over, Harry looks up at me in complete love and admiration as I sink down on his length. His hands run up my thighs and I find them with my own before taking them off and slipping my fingers through his using our strong connection to steady my movements. 

Harry's eyes roll back and a moan escapes his lips as he fills me up again and again, I rotate my hips in a figure 8 pattern that has Harry breathing heavily while I moan loudly from the new added pressure. Harry lets my hands go before gripping his hips and bending his knees as he thrusts up into me. I fall against his chest weak with the pleasure taking over my body, just as I'm at my unraveling point Harry's lips find my own. I whimper against his lips as he thrusts harder and faster. 

The feeling is so intense that at some point we're just breathing each other's air instead of kissing, Harry moans my name as my walls clench around him milking him for all he's got as my orgasm rips through me. 

Harry's dreamy eyes gaze into mine as he wraps his arms around me as we catch our breath. "What are you doing the rest of the weekend?" He asks.

"Nothing."

"Good because we're staying home and I'm going to show you exactly how much I love you."

**

And that's exactly what he did, I lost count of how many times we made love but each and every time was just as amazing as the one before it. He bent me in ways I never knew I could bend and I got to take control more showing off my new found confidence in and out of the bedroom. 

By 1am Monday morning we laid tangled together absolutely exhausted, I had school the next day which means Harry had to work as well so we just laid together. Placing small kisses and light touches as Harry gazes at me adoringly.

"I need you to promise me something." He whisper, I look at him and nod softly. "Promise that what ever happens, you will remember this weekend. You'll remember how much I love you." He chokes out as he tries to keep his emotions at bay, I furrow my brows at him confused and concerned as to what he means. "Promise me Sara." He whispers.

"I promise Harry."