SWEETHEART • H.S

•Nine•

I stared at this man like he was out his damn mind.

"Why?"

Harry ran one of his ring fingered hands through his luscious hair then looks me in the eyes again.

"Ever since I held you behind me when that aśshole threatened the entire station, I felt... something. Having you that close felt.. good"

Before I furthered this conversation I put everything on the stove on the low setting so it doesn't burn.

I turned back to him and stared at him like he had been speaking a foreign language.

Don't get me wrong, I was complimenting his damn asś during that whole process at the station and he is an attractive man who I wouldn't mind getting nasty with but I'm just another assignment to him that he feels responsible for.

He'll get bored of me after this whole ordeal is over.

Plus, he has Kat for his sexual pleasure.

"This is a very bad idea Harry... I don't think we should do anything too crazy, I'm sure what you're feeling is... intense since you're too uncomfortable to get anything from Kat but I'm sure she can take of you just fine. She claimed you first"

"No.. Natalia.. it has nothing to do with you being friends with Kat. Either way, I'm not claimed by anyone anymore. Not after Nina... God, this is so fûcking hard to explain"

"Well you better try because I'm so confused right now"

He didn't waste any time and immediately pulled me into his arms dipping his head down, just a few centimeters from allowing our lips touch.

I gasped and felt my body catch fire where he was touching me, which was everywhere.

It felt so good feeling his warmth seep through the material of his clothing and onto me through my silk dress.

His breath, warm and cool at the same time fanning over my lips.

"Tell me no and I'll stop"

I stared up into his now darker green eyes and knew he was hoping I wouldn't protest.

I opened my mouth to say no, to say that this can't happen ever, to say that I wanted Spencer here instead so this sexual tension could disappear.

But I remained silent and he took that as his answer and smoothly planted his lips on mine.

An explosion burst in the pit of my stomach as we moved our lips together.

His warm, soft lips moved against mine like a dance, perfectly hitting the right steps in a pleasing manner.

My stomach flipped when he stuck his tongue out to lick my lips.

I opened my mouth and he instantly shoved it in making me moan out in surprise and pleasure.

His large ringed hands gripped at my hips, squeezing the soft skin, causing me to squeak out from the painful pleasure that shot down to my most private area.

I gripped the curls at the lowest part of his head and pulled him closer to me.

He grunted from the rough action and I could've sworn a faucet exploded in me.

I refuse to let him know just how wet he made me.

I pulled back, still holding onto his curls and stared him in the eyes.

"Christ.."

Harry didn't let go either and I think the both of us enjoyed that more than we wanted to admit.