“Are you bloody crazy, you could have gotten killed?! Don’t run off like that again.” Harry shouted behind me.
I winced as long fingers tightly wrapped round my left wrist. My body was yanked round to face Harry. His bold actions surprised me, my shoes slipping from my hold to the grass. The burning image of him and Kim together pushed to the front of my mind. I ground my teeth as my right hand flew up connecting with his cheek. The force turned his head.
“Get off.” I spat.
However, Harry seemed unfazed by my harsh words. He released my wrist, not giving the tingling pink of his face a second thought. My shoulders were forced back to a tree trunk, my body flinching at the contact. Harry’s large hand gripped my chin, attempting to turn my head to face him. But I resisted, shoving his touch away. I knew my defiance was irritating him; Harry being so used to having his own way.
“Stop it.” I cried.
I found it difficult to meet his gaze. The aching of my heart still heavy in my chest from what I witnessed a short time before.
“I didn’t kiss her.” Harry raised his voice.
“How can you deny it? I saw you.” I spoke unbelievingly.
He shook his head in aggravation, curls falling out of place.
“She kissed me.”
I frowned. My vision fell down to the ground between us. My bare feet looked tiny in comparison to Harry’s converse. I wiggled my toes, the damp grass beginning to chill my feet. My anger seemed to die down slightly with the cool air. I closed my eyes remembering the displeasure on Harry’s face when Kim had approached us.
“Bo.” Harry spoke quietly.
Why would he kiss her if he didn’t like her? I whimpered upon feeling his hot breath on my skin. The sensation seeming to warm my whole body. My head turned away; his nose lightly brushing my cheek. His alluring smell taking over my senses.
“Bo, you have to trust me.”
I felt my defence diminishing as Harry’s warm lips ghosted over the corner of my mouth. When I didn’t move his gentle touch travelled to my jaw, sponging kisses to the tingling skin. But my mind quickly cleared the haze of Harry’s intimate affections. My hand slid into his hair. He moaned slightly as I fisted his soft curls between my fingers, tugging at them to increase the distance between us.
“I want to know that this is real.” I whispered.
The intensity in his eyes took my breath away. He made me feel weak, my grip loosening in his dark curls as he neared closer. My eyelashes fluttered as his nose brushed mine.
“I’m yours.” He whispered. “If you’ll have me, I’m yours.”
His words left me breathless. My overwhelmed focus unable to stray from his beautiful face. I watched a small smile play on his mouth as my bare feet stepped onto his converse. It provided me a little more height to lean up to him. I brushed my lips delicately over his. Sparkling green eyes closed as I lightly sucked on his plump bottom lip. Large hands held my hips; fingertips pressing in deeper when I spoke.
“I want you.” I whispered.
My feet stepped down, back leaning against the trunk of the tree as my body was forced together with Harry’s. I gripped his strong shoulders in an attempt to keep myself standing. The seemingly simple task was proven to be more difficult as he ground his hips desperately into mine. Whimpers fell from my parted lips as I revelled in the sound of Harry’s throaty groans. Breathy whispers repeating his name. Dark curls tickled at my skin as he dipped his head. I winced, his mouth assaulting the crook of my neck, sucking, biting. I was sure to have a reminder of this heated embrace.
Our breathing was heavy as Harry reluctantly drew back. He took his slightly swollen bottom lip between his teeth, staring down at me.
“Be my girlfriend.” His raspy voice spoke quietly.
I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement. But I didn’t care. A dimpled smile grew on his beautiful face as I nodded. My arms wrapped round his waist, squeezing. I heard him chuckle before he engulfed me in a protective hug. I nuzzled into his chest as he kissed the top of my head. The darkness surrounding us didn’t frighten me. Harry’s warm embrace ridding me of my worries and fears. I felt safe.
“Come on.”
I still held Harry’s waist as we walked across the grass and out of the looming trees. My fingers clutched the back heels of my shoes. A strong arm was draped over my shoulder before we got to the path. I gasped as I was effortlessly lifted from the ground, bridal style. Harry grinned, my lips pressing to his cheek as he carried me from the park.
***
We stood at my front door. I couldn’t help but shyly smile as Harry brought my hand up to his mouth, leaving a kiss to the back of it. His touch was soft and warm. I played with his long fingers, his gaze never leaving my face as he stepped closer. My chin was tilted up to him. The kiss was passionate, tongues moving together with the urgent need to feel each other.
Harry left me breathless. The tips of my fingers running across my lips almost to check that his kiss was real. A small smile crept onto my face as I witnessed his pink tongue slip out, licking over his full lips, savouring my taste.
“Stay tonight.” I whispered.
He gave me a small nod, our hands entwining as I led him into the house. The door was closed, Harry locking it behind us.
Chapter 22.
Start from the beginning
