Red String 2 {h.s}

Chapter 3

He sees the sincerity in her eyes and he'll never get over how skilled she is at providing him exactly what he needs in any given moment. Her words have rescued him from the whirlpool and pulled him back to shore. She's not sure why he is doubting her. If saying yes to this sparkling ring on her finger wasn't assurance enough, packing up her life to follow him should have done it. But, if Harry needs more reassurances, she will give them to him.

"I'd live in the desert if it meant I was with you," she adds. "I'd live high in the mountains. Or deep in a forest. I'd live in a big city surrounded by buildings or a small cottage with no one around for miles. I would only need you."

Harry hands move off the railing and one of them goes to her hip while the other one finds the hem of her shirt. His hand slides slowly up her bare stomach and ends by resting his large palm flat over Amy's heart, mirroring her. He can feel her heart rate pick up as their eyes stay on each other's, and he knows she can feel his heart race too. He'll never get tired of this effect she has on him.

Amy breaks the staring game first as she trails her hand back down his stomach and rests it on the button of his trousers, before lifting her eyes to his. She watches his eyebrows lift in reaction but then he's the one upping the ante. He slides his fingertips into the inside of her bra, just barely coming into contact with her nipple, but long enough to make it perk out before he teasingly pulls his fingers away.

She begins to pull the button free on his pants when suddenly Harry hears laughter coming from the beach. He looks away from Amy for a second and sees a family playing in the sand, oblivious to the salacious scene happening above them. Harry internally scolds himself for not being more careful, especially after Jeff's warning.

"Let's continue this inside," he says, walking backwards as he pulls Amy inside with him.

They're giggling at their close call as they enter the house, pawing at each other, when they hear a light knock on the front door before it opens and both their heads pop up to the sound.

"Hello?"

"Oh shit," Harry says, under his breath. Then louder, he answers, "We're in here!"

"It's my assistant," he explains to Amy. "I got him to pick us up some groceries for the week."

A young man walks in, his arms laden with cloth shopping bags. Harry rushes towards him and takes some of them as they both walk towards the kitchen.

"William, this is my fiancée, Amy. Amy this is William," Harry says, nodding his head between the two of them, watching Amy's cheeks redden. She has never heard him introduce her as his fiancée.

"It's nice to meet you," Amy says and William rushes over to shake her hand.

"You too! Harry has told me a lot about you."

"Oh, you're British! I don't know why I expected you to be American," Amy admits.

"I mostly work for H in London so this is a change of scenery for me," William says with a smile.

"Yes, William is going to be here in case you need anything while I'm at work."

Amy unpacks the groceries while Harry speaks with William. She hears the front door close and soon after feels Harry's arms snaking around her waist.

"I'm making us some lunch," Amy says.

"I was hoping we could finish what we started," he whispers into her ear, before gently biting it.

"I'm almost finished though," she whines.

"I'm just getting started," he says back, assertively. "I want you. I need you. Please, baby."