BREE
My breath catches in my throat. His hands slithers to my hips to support me when I wobble a little in my high heels. His scent fills my nose and I'm intoxicated. One of his arms moves up my back, the ticklish sensation at his touch making me whimper against his lips. He holds my face between his hands, his fingers straying into my hair as he pins my body with his.
His lips moves urgently against mine. He skims his thumb idly over my jaw as his skilled lips does wonders to me. I am kissing him back with all my might. I moan and he takes the moment to deepen the kiss. It starts out hard, demanding, absolutely breathtaking then loosens as the pleasure picks up and I can barely breath.
We come up for hair and Harry's breath is coming up in short rugged puffs, his hands gripping my bod
