Chapter71

#Chapter71

Let's just forget

The possibility of even remembering was foreign while his lips were on mine. Our bodies heatedly clashing against each other in pure passion. Wherever his hands were, my skin burned. From their spot on my waist or back of my neck I felt the fire ignite within me at a dangerous level.

I couldn't get him close enough to me. That was clear from the beginning. My nails nearly digging into the skin of his arms just to pull him closer and Harry didn't deny me the action. In fact it seemed he felt it too, because instead of staying in the middle of the living room, I was suddenly pressed up against the hallway wall. Harry's fingers on one hand were carefully edging their way up my shirt while the other slipped into my back pocket to press my hips closer to his. His actions showing me what exactly he wanted, and how badly he needed it now.