LOST

Chapter 38

"Harry!" He grasped my hand tightly and made his way towards the bedroom but I pulled on his hand and tried to stop him. "I think we should-"

"No."

"But... I think we need to talk more!" I protested, not that I didn't want to do what was on his mind. God, my body was aching to feel more of him.

He exhaled loudly and turned around to face me, frustrated, his mouth in a grim line. "Why can't we just talk later?" He tilted his head to the side and looked into my eyes.

"We didn't see each other for three weeks." I said slowly. "We can't just act like nothing happened and jump into bed."

"I can." He shrugged, of course.

"I can't." I raised my eyebrows, I wasn't going to give up just like that.

"Fine!" He snapped and drugged me back into the living room and let me go. I forgot how easy it was to have a decent conversation with Harry! He sat down on the sofa and looked up at me, I got my place next to him. "Go on, talk to me." Eager much?

"What time is it?" I asked out of the blue.

His eyebrows raised up with my swift change of direction. "Are you kidding me?"

"No, Harry I think I'm late for work!" I tried to get up but Harry pushed me down on the sofa. "What-"

"You're not going anywhere after what happened yesterday."

"Harry I have to go!" I tried to get up again but it was a useless attempt.

"So help me God, Annemarie, if you try to leave one more time I'll tie you on bed and lock you in." I blushed with frustration and shock, he was even more mad than I thought about yesterday. His expression softened as he realized the shock in my eyes. "I just need you safe."

"I'm sure I'd be safe tied up on a bed." I mocked and rolled my eyes.

"Don't be a smart mouth with me." He said but the corner of his pink lips were twitching, he was trying hard to stifle his amusement. "What were you gunna say?"

"It's not a certain thing I wanna talk about, I just want to recover last three weeks." I said and looked down at my hands. Did he touch anyone? Maybe he met somebody new? My heart ached with the thought of him seeing a faceless girl and I wanted to rip her face off already. Oh, and I almost kissed Liam. No, I most certainly wasn't going to talk about that. "So?"

"I told you I have a better idea that can make both of us forget about those weeks." He said and gave me a sincere wink. "We can both have our delayed gratifications."

"Harry!"

"What?" He gave me a i-did-nothing look and chuckled. "And that was the shittiest time of my life, I don't want to talk about it Annemarie, why can't we just enjoy each others company?" He scooted closer and took my hand in his. "I just wanna make you feel good, baby." He kissed the back of my hand and bit my little finger.

I took a sharp inhale, he was barely touching me and my insides were burning alive. I watched his lips as they wrapped around my finger and remembered how those lips felt on my body. This was so absurd yet breathtaking to watch him bit my finger. He wasn't playing fair!

"No!" I pulled my hand back. "Don't play that games with me, Harry!" Or with someone else.

"If you stop acting like you don't want me to touch you, I'll stop." he said in a husky voice. "I can feel how your pulse quickens under my touch." He placed his hand on my thigh and gave me a little squeeze, slid his hand further up slowly, torturing me.