Hi guys, I'm not exactly sure what happened here but Chapter 52 got separated into it's own book? Then I tried to delete it and it deleted the whole chapter so... I think I lost all my reads/comments/votes for this chapter, so if you don't mind, please repeat whatever you may have done before? I love you :) xx

We stood in the middle of the living room, exactly where we had been left alone, unable to wait long enough to even relocate, which was probably a bad idea. I couldn't help it, though; whenever Harry touched or kissed me, I was immediately done for. My body came alive for him with the most minimal of actions from him.

Harry's hand was practically burning the skin off my hip as his long fingers squeezed tightly at my sides. His thumbs circled firmly on the skin of my lower stomach, just above the waistband of my jeans as he tugged lightly on my lower lip, drawing back a bit before releasing it and diving back in to run his tongue along mine.

I was completely lost in his actions, fully engulfed in the haze that settled over me whenever he so much as touched me. I had never felt like this with anyone before- so completely captivated in an all- encompassing infatuation that I could think of nothing but him, his touch, and his body against mine. It was like nothing else existed but he and I, like nothing else even mattered.

Harry pulled me even tighter against him, now wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging my body to his. My arms wove around his neck, bending at the elbows so I could tangle my fingers in his hair, which as far too neat for my liking at the moment. His lips captured mine over and over, slipping his tongue into my mouth here and there as he kissed me. He groaned quietly when I tugged on his hair.

When his hips pushed into mine, it felt like a jolt of electricity ran though me. My body reacted so quickly to him, it was almost scary. I was surprised when his hands unwound from my waist and came down to rest on my bum, squeezing lightly. I giggled into our kiss and was amused to find him smirking as well.

"Harry," I mumbled against his lips, impressed by his somewhat bold action. He bit my lower lip gently in response, trying to reign in his self-satisfied grin. His large hands slipped into the back pockets of my jeans, pulling my hips against him once more. Again, the jolt of electricity traveled through me, and I nearly shoved him backward to the couch.

He tore his lips from mine and moved to kiss my neck. He planted a few kisses to my skin, lips parted slightly, allowing his warm breath to wash over me.

"My mom's probably still awake," he mumbled against my throat before nibbling at it softly.

"Hmm, no," I said, refusing to accept that. In all honesty, she most like was; she had only left us less than ten minutes ago. My body was too worked up to accept any reason, and my breathing was coming in heavily. He chuckled, clearly seeing the state I was in.

"We have to wait a bit," he said, kissing my neck one last time before straightening up to look at me, keeping his hands resting in my pockets. He looked amused as I glared at him, wrinkly my eyebrows together and pouting out my lower lip.

"Oh, stop," he teased, leaning forward to bite my extended lip playfully. I ignored him and huffed out a breath.

"Fine," I resigned. "Let's go watch a movie or something?" I suggested. Like I was going to let him get away with this. He grinned at me and pulled his hands from my pockets only to grab one of mine in his and pull me upstairs to his room. I followed behind him begrudgingly.

Once we arrived in his room, I flopped down on his bed, leaning up against the headboard and folding my arms across my chest. He chuckled at me as he crossed to room to put a movie in. I didn't care what we watched; if I had my way, we wouldn't watch it at all anyway.

"Don't pout, Joey," he teased. I tried not to smile, determined to maintain my feigned irritation. I was only half successful.

"I'm not," I said, raising my eyebrows playfully at him.

"Oh, right," he laughed, putting in the movie and walking back towards the bed where I sat. He climbed up the foot of the bed, crawling up to me until he held himself over me, hands on either side of my waist. He held his face in front of mine, smirking at me as his eyes flicked back and forth between my eyes and my mouth. I focused on holding my 'annoyed' facial expression, but it was extremely difficult with this beautiful creature right in front of me.

"You're not pouting?" he said quietly, inching closer to me.

"Nope," I answered, observing his face as it advanced toward me. He kissed my lips lightly.

"You sure?" He kissed my jaw.

"Mmhmm," I hummed as his lips slid down to my neck, parting against my skin.

"We have to wait," he repeated, nipping at my collarbone now.

"This isn't fair, you're not allowed to do that then tell me we have to wait," I said grouchily.

"Do what?" he mumbled innocently against my skin. His tongue slipped out and ran across my clavicle.

Fine. If he wanted to play games, we could play games.

I let my hands trail up his sides before sliding down his back and down to his bum. His firm muscles could easily be felt though his clothes, taught as he held himself over me. He didn't seem to realize what I was doing because he continued his gentle, painfully slow assault on my neck, giving me goose bumps over my entire body. I shivered.

Before he could stop me, I slid my hand over his hip and over the front of his jeans. He sucked in a breath and tensed up in surprise, but didn't stop me. I pushed my hand against him again, more firmly this time, and was pleased to feel the slight growth that occurred. He groaned slightly at the pressure. After only a few more seconds of the contact, he was practically fully hard.

Slowly, I reached my other hand up to him to undo his jeans. He pulled his head out of my neck and looked at me, opening his mouth as if he were about to say something but hesitating. Holding his eye contact, I pushed my hand beneath his boxers, gripping his silky shaft in my hand and rolling my fingers against him. His breath hitched his throat at the feeling, eyes darkening visibly. The tense silence between us lingered as we stared at each other with bated breath.

"Screw it," he muttered before crashing his lips into mine, kissing me roughly as his tongue pushed into my mouth.

Victory.

My hand slid up his length again, running my thumb over the head as he groaned and pushed his hips into my hand. One of his hands came up quickly to push itself into my hair, fingers curling tightly against my skull. My free hand roughly gripped the hem of his shirt, yanking it upward until he got the hint and grabbed the back of the collar, pulling it over his head with one hand.

As soon as he had his off, he grabbed the bottom of mine and tugged, helping me to remove it. I reached behind me to release the clasp of my bra, shrugging it off. Again, his eyes widened slightly at the sight.

Immediately after getting it off, his fingers worked to undo my jeans, releasing the buttons and undoing the zip in a fluid motion that was very impressive for him. He tugged on the hip of my jeans, working one side down before shifting his weight to his other hand and pulling down the other side.

I released him to help him pull them off, kicking them to the foot of his bed. My hands, which were now free, dipped beneath the band of his jeans and shoved them down as well, struggling to free him from the tight material. He chuckled deeply as I grunted in frustration before helping me pull them off. His jeans joined mine at the end of his mattress.

His hand trailed up the side of my thigh and squeezed my hip before coming between my legs to press firmly on my core through the thin material still covering me. Almost instantly, my legs tensed and tried to clamp around his hand at the pressure. His forearm nudged against my thigh, forcing me to keep my legs spread. He ran his hand up my entrance once more before sliding his fingers beneath he thin material over my hip and pulling it down, baring me to him.

I had never seen him so urgent, and I would be lying if I said it wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever done.

When his hand finally came into direct contact with me I nearly passed out. His touch, which was usually so cautious and careful, had a delicious hint of urgency and desire that was driving me insane. His fingers slid up my center before finding my clit and circling it with an incredibly perfect amount of pressure, and I felt my entire body jerk beneath him.

My hands dragged up his back, his skin warm and firm beneath my fingers. His lips slid down to my neck, tongue running across my skin as two of his fingers pushed into me. I let out a quiet gasp at the pressure, finally getting a little relief from the building tension I had been experiencing for the last near two hours.

His hand moved in and out a few times before I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I wasn't in the mood for foreplay- I was beyond ready. I slid my hands down his back and pushed against his boxers, shoving them down on his hips, hoping he'd get the hint. He did.

He slid them off the rest of the way before almost immediately dipping his body down to mine, grinding himself against my core. Both of us groaned. His body rolled fluidly against me one more time before he brought his lips to my ear and whispered, "I love you, Joey."

I sighed happily at his words, my hands reaching to cup around his face and bring his lips to mine. "I love you, too, Harry," I told him before pressing my lips to his, resuming our passionate kiss. With that, I felt him push into me, less gentle than he had every time previous but just as astonishingly wonderful, if not more so.

I felt myself stretch at his intrusion in the most delicious way possible as he pressed himself in as deeply as possible, his mouth falling open against my lips as I struggled to take a solid breath. I still couldn't believe how perfectly we fit together, and I knew I would never get used to the impeccable feeling of having him inside me.

After holding himself still for a few glorious seconds, he pulled his hips back, sliding out before pushing back into me. I could feel every inch of him with every movement, the pleasure radiating from my center to my entire body. Every other time, he had started out with tantalizingly slow movements, but not today. His urgent tone from earlier prevailed now, and I loved it.

One of his hands came up to hold my face, fingers tangling into my hair again while his other supported him as his hips crashed into mine over and over, building up the bubble of pleasure in the pit of my stomach already.

Every thrust he made seemed to go deeper and deeper, driving me closer and closer to the edge. His hand left my hair to travel down my body, his palm resting on the curve of my breast before squeezing lightly, allowing his thumb to flick over my nipple as his body rolled into mine.

My hand tangled in his hair as I bit into his shoulder, trying to stifle the gasps and moans I knew were surely escaping my lips. I could feel his back muscles contracting beneath my other hand, the fibers holding him together rippling with every push into me. His breath was picking up speed, blowing out in pants across my collarbone, where his lips and tongue were currently attending to.

"God, Joey..." he breathed, causing goose bumps to raise all over my skin. Hearing him say my name in this vulnerable, heated state was doing bad, bad things to me. Bad, but deliciously fantastic all at the same time. My hips raised to meet his, creating a new angle as he drove himself into me, earning moans from both of us, muffled by each other's skin.

"Baby...." I groaned, unable to speak any other words properly. My toes and fingers were starting to tingle as his body rolled into me, the pressure of my release coming closer and closer to it's end. I knew he was close, too because his movements were becoming less fluid, yet deeper than ever. His breath, too, grew uneven as my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even tighter to me.

After a few more deep, hard thrusts, I knew we were both done for. My back arched into him off the mattress, relief flooding through my body as I buried my face in his neck, desperately trying to keep myself quiet. Seconds later, he followed, muscles tensing as he pushed deeper than ever into me, stilling before relaxing against me.

We were both panting heavily, sweat dripping from both of our brows as he let his body rest against mine. I pushed my hand through his hair, smoothing the sweaty hair off his forehead as he pressed a kiss to my collarbone.

"Oh my god," he breathed, volume stolen from his voice from his high.

"Yeah," was all I managed to say, still feeling like I was floating on a cloud. I had never felt so amazing in my life. "I love you," I breathed, continuing to pet my hands through his hair.

"I love you, too," he said, squeezing his arms around me. I could feel his smile against my skin. "Always."

I smiled ridiculously. My heart could probably burst from happiness, and I would have absolutely no regrets.