Always

Chapter 70

“Shit,” Harry swore under his breath, lifting his head an inch off my chest to look at the door.  Another solid round of thumps pounded on the door. “Fuuuck,” he muttered.

“Harry, wha-“ he cut me off, pressing his finger to my lips to shush me, shaking his head as he turned his gaze to meet mine.

“Shhh.  She’ll go away and we can sneak out,” he whispered.  My eyes widened in panic as my lips parted against his finger, my words getting tangled on the way out.

“But she- what if she- does she know we’re in here?” I asked quietly.  He shrugged tensely at me as his mother called his name once more.

“She might just be looking for us…” he suggested hopefully.  We were silent as we listened closely with bated breath, waiting to hear another sign of his mother outside the door. 

“Did you lock it?” I asked nervously, the silence on the other side of the door unnerving me more than relaxing me.  He nodded and I let out a sigh of relief.  At least there was that. 

Neither of us dared to move in fear of making any noise to alert his mother who may or may not still be hovering outside the door.  When it was quiet for a full minute, Harry slowly pushed himself off me and climbed out of bed with surprising stealth.  He gently crept toward the door, grabbing his boxers on the way and slipping them on as he pressed his ear to the wood, listening closely. 

He frowned then shrugged, baring his teeth to me.

“I think she’s gone,” he said quietly, triggering the release of the tense breath I had been holding.

“Thank god,” I said.  I was already blushing at the mere thought of her bursting in and finding us together.  I shuddered; mortifying.  Harry bent to retrieve the remainder of our clothes off the floor, scooping up his shirt, pants, and my dress from the various places they had been strewn around the room.  He tossed me my dress with a sly grin on his face, clearly still proud of himself for what he’d done to me.  I shivered at the memory, my body still feeling the after shocks of my orgasm. 

I searched around the bed for my undergarments, struggling to find them among the huge, fluffy comforter.  My search was paused as I got distracted my Harry stretching his arms behind his back to put his shirt back on; his stomach muscles pulled tight as he did so, their definition increasing even more as he arched his back to pull his arms through the sleeves.  My throat felt dry as I swallowed, unable to peel my eyes off him. 

“Baby, as much as I love seeing you naked, you need to get dressed,” he prodded, smirking when he caught me staring.  I pouted out my lower lip as I found my bra and reattached it before pulling my panties back on.  Crawling out of bed, I pulled my dress back on as Harry did up his pants, his shirt still hanging open.  I had the dress over my shoulders but couldn’t reach the zip as I twisted my arm behind me, attempting to get to it unsuccessfully.  Harry, seeing my distress, let out a deep chuckle before crossing over to me and grabbing my hands, kissing the back of one before letting it fall and moving behind me. 

His warm fingers slid up my spine as he slowly did up the zipper.  When he was finished, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the hollow below my ear.  I hummed quietly as I turned to face him, gripping either side of his shirt. 

“Thank you,” I said quietly, smiling softly at him as my thumbs tickled across his skin. 

“Mmhmm.”

I leaned forward to press a kiss over his heart before letting my fingers do up the buttons on his shirt reluctantly.  Once I was finished, I smoothed my hands down his torso, leaning up on my tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips.  It was only when I pulled back that his hair was extremely ruffled, making him look freshly and thoroughly fucked.  Shit.