Chapter Nineteen
Grace
Iwake on the last day of camp, not to the alarm screeching through the dormitory, but to Harry’s hand sliding down my naked body.
Crap.
I fell asleep with no clothes on again, which I should’ve learned by now is a sure-as-heck way to make sure he puts his moves on me the moment we wake up.
Okay … maybe I fell asleep naked on purpose.
I turn toward him, the world still dark in the half-light of pre-sunrise.
His jet-black hair is all wavy across his forehead and his stubbly cheeks twist into a cocky-as-hell smirk as his hand smooths over my naked pubis, fingers tickling at the top of my lips.
“Aren’t you still sore, bad boy?” I whisper. “Because I am.”
“Don’t worry,” he whispers, leaning down and planting a delectable kiss on my lips. “This is just for you. I promise I’ll be gentle.”
I giggle. “Do you even know what gentle is, Harry?”
“Try me,” he whispers, kissing my cheek, and then down to my neck.
Warm blossoms imprint my skin, spreading in tingling tendrils as he strokes his thumb over the nub of my clit.
I shiver, wriggling close to him as the sensation courses through me.
He leans down and palms my breast with his free hand, pulling my nipple into his mouth and working it furiously with his tongue.
I throw my head back and bite down, closing my eyes and seeing nothing but red imprinted on my vision.
The combination is getting too much to handle, his finger now pressed firmly against my clit.
I feel it burn and bulge and twitch around like it’s trying to find a place to run …
But Harry is always there, ready to catch the latest gyration of my pleasure.
“Jeez,” I whisper, reaching down and grabbing his wrist, pushing his hand insistently to my drenched hole.
“Uh-uh.” He grins, looking up at me, lips glistening from where he’s been sucking me. “I thought you were sore.”
“I don’t care,” I moan, grinding my whole sex up and down his hand, smearing my juices over his knuckles as they poke temptingly inside of me. “I just want you, Harry. Always.”
Our eyes meet for a second, Harry’s glinting gaze just like it used to be.
We both know thatalwaysisn’t just about the sex.
We’ve talked about it these past couple of days.
He doesn’t know that I was awake at midnight, and, as he slept soundly beside me – his muscled chest rising and falling like a fricking rocky peak during an earthquake – I was leaning down to pick up my phone.
I already know what today’s horoscope is.
Cherish old dreams, for they are destined to come true. Only let go of the past with caution. Look to your future and you will see the desires of who you used to be. Be brave, stride forward, and all that you used to desire will today be yours.
It couldn’t be more fricking true.
I have it, finally.
