(No Control - 42. I Want)

I feel Jess turning over in bed, and I open my eyes to find her looking at me. She's beautiful. I can't help but smile.

"You're beautiful," I tell her, and she smiles shyly back.

"Thanks," she says.

"Did you sleep ok?" I ask.

"I don't even remember falling asleep," she says with an embarrassed smile.

"You were asleep about five seconds after we..," I begin, and trail off, embarrassed too.

After we had possibly the best sex of my entire life, is what I want to say. But I don't want to be crass.

"I remember that bit," she says, looking away briefly, and I grin in relief.

I reach over to her and pull her against me. Her skin touching mine makes me instantly hard.

"I haven't brushed my teeth," she protests, but I kiss her anyway and say, "Me neither."

I've watched her come on top of me for heaven's sake - I'm not bothered about morning breath.

She slips her leg over mine and I pull her even closer, pressing my boner against her leg as discreetly as I can. I'm horny as fuck - I hope she takes the hint.

"Oh, hello," she says, sounding surprised but... delighted?

"Morning," I smirk, and I push my hips harder against her. I slide my hand up her leg, and I feel my dick tingling.

"Someone's awake," she murmurs, and I lean over her to kiss her neck, pushing her onto her back.

I've been dreaming about moments like this non stop for a month - of course my dick is awake.

"Well I've missed you," I murmur back - it's better than voicing my real thoughts.

I kiss her again, pushing her legs open and laying between them. I nudge against her and she's wet already... I can't stop myself from pushing myself gently inside her.

Fucking hell, this feels incredible. What the fuck...?

I lean forward and kiss her, but she pushes me away and I slip out again. For a moment I'm confused.

"Condom," she reminds me.

FUCK. No wonder it felt so good. I've never done that before...

I swear, and fumble quickly to find one, and as soon as it's on I'm back in between her legs again. I look at her for approval and she pulls my face to hers so I push into her again, pause for a second, and then begin to move. I'm propping myself up on my elbows as I thrust into her, and she wraps both her legs over mine and pulls me in deeper.

It's so fucking good; I start moving faster and she squeezes me with her legs and gives a soft whimper. I nearly lose it then, but manage to hold off for another minute until she comes and then I follow, seconds after.

"I keep losing this game," she says as I roll off onto my back, panting.

"What game?" I ask.

"Trying to resist banging you," she says, and I laugh.

"I'd forgotten we were playing."

"I'm always playing," she responds, and I laugh again, feeling embarrassed at her bold admission of being unable to resist me. I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Now you're making me blush," I mutter.

"Harry Styles doesn't blush," she laughs, looking over at me, but I keep my gaze averted. "Oh my God you do blush!" she says, sitting up and peering at my face.

"Yeah yeah, don't tell," I say sheepishly.

"I'd never tell," she says softly, and when I finally look over at her I can see sincerity in her eyes.

I don't need her to tell me that.

"I know you wouldn't," I reply in the same tone. I stare deep into her eyes, and I reach over and play with a strand of her hair without realising what I'm doing. I'm reminded of the night I stayed over at her flat and she cuddled up to me - the same level of familiarity between us is back.

I'm relieved when she asks, "What are we doing today? What time is it?"

"It's nearly 10am," I tell her, checking my phone. "If we go anywhere we'll need security as it's the weekend so we're more likely to get papped. We could stay here and hang out by the pool if you like?"

Please say yes. I want you all to myself today.

"You have a pool?" she says, looking impressed.

"Yep," I grin. "You wanna take a dip?"

"Sounds great," she says enthusiastically.

Yessss.

"You wanna jump in the shower and I'll sort out some breakfast?" I suggest.

"Sounds like a plan," she grins.

I discreetly perv on her as she climbs out of bed and grabs a towel, and once she's in the bathroom I pull on some boxers, run downstairs and boil the kettle. I make some toast while I'm waiting, and arrange it all on a breakfast tray to take upstairs. For a second I consider putting a rose or something between my teeth as a joke, but then decide I am not cool enough to pull that off.

I hurry back up to my bedroom with the tray, but Jess is still in the shower. Typical woman.

I pick up a slice of toast and think about last night. The whole thing from start to finish was amazing. I've never felt such chemistry with someone before, not even Nadine. It's like I only have to breathe the same air as Jess and it makes me want her.

She enters the room, breaking my thoughts, and I look up and smile at her. She looks stunning, even just wrapped in a fluffy white towel.

"Bathroom's free," she says shyly, and I shove the last bit of toast in my mouth, brush my hands off and stand up. I lean down and give her a quick kiss on the lips as I pass her, and walk into the bathroom to take a shower.

As I lather up I replay the last sixty seconds in my head. There's that familiarity again. I suddenly realise I'm behaving like she's my girlfriend - in the way I'm kissing her and touching her and acting around her.

Isn't this a bit soon? Wasn't I supposed to be taking things slow, not charging in like a bull in a china shop?

I ponder this for a couple of minutes and when I come out of the bathroom Jess is sitting on the bed in a little blue dress, eating toast and looking innocent as fuck. I try not to stare at her but once I've got my swimming shorts on and she starts to walk out of the bedroom I tilt my head to the side slightly and ogle her legs as she goes down the stairs.

I really really hate it when men treat women like sex objects, but I defy anyone to be in the same room as her right now and not stare. She's gorgeous. How did I get so lucky?

"Ready to test out the pool?" I ask her as I slide open the patio door and we step out into the sunshine.

"Definitely - wow, it's amazing!" she beams, and I smile proudly. We put our stuff down on the chairs and I watch as Jess walks over to the edge of the pool, bends her knee and dips one fucking toenail in the water before squealing, "It's freezing!"

I roll my eyes playfully at her, and walk over to join her.

"It's fine once you get in."

I mean, it's a bit of a shock at first, but only for a couple of seconds. You soon get used to it. It is heated.

"Go on then." She makes an 'after you' gesture with her hand.

"After you." I copy her gesture with my own hand.

"I've still got my dress on," she says.

Fucking excuses.

"So take it off."

"I will," she says. "In a minute. Once you've proved the water isn't freezing."

We're standing on the edge of the pool grinning at each other like idiots.

"It's not," I tell her.

Is it?

I do what she's just done, bending one knee to dip my toe in. Maybe the heating has broken or something?

I feel her hand between my shoulder blades and in that split second I curse myself for not being on the ball. I wobble, my arms flailing, looking embarrassingly uncool, and give out a short yell. I feel my centre of gravity pulling me sideways, and I close my eyes as I hit the icy water.

My head breaks the surface and she's laughing delightedly from the side. I shake my head like a dog, and tread water, grinning at her.

"As if you just did that."

"As if you didn't see it coming."

Fair point.

I haul myself out of the water and walk towards her, expecting her to make a run for it, but to my surprise she just stands there, watching me come closer. Eventually she takes a couple of steps backwards towards the sunshade and stops, unable to go any further. She's looking at my chest, and then lifts her eyes to mine.

"No," she says, in what can only be described as a warning tone, but I ignore it and take another step closer. "I've still got my dress on," she continues.

She's going in that pool, dress or no dress.

"You'd better take it off then," I grin. "Cos you're going in."

She hesitates for a second and then pulls her dress up over her head, presumably realising defeat. I resist the urge to admire how hot she looks in that little blue bikini, and instead I shoot forward and grab her in a fireman's lift, and she pummels my back, shouting, "No! Harry!"

I walk to the edge of the pool with her over my shoulder, and without warning she yanks my shorts down, revealing my crown jewels.

I give another yell and let go of her with one arm while I try and pull my shorts up with my free hand, but she begins to slip. I don't want to drop her so I let her slide down my chest, and curl my arm around her waist while I finish pulling my shorts up.

Once my modesty is covered I twist my body and try and push her in but her skin is now wet and slippery from where she was touching me, and she slides out of my grip and gives me another shove, forwards this time, and I tip head first into the pool again.

"You are in so much trouble," I warn as I swim over to the steps, and as I begin to climb out, dripping wet again, she makes a run for it across the patio to the kitchen door.

I run my hand over my face and hair to get rid of the water, and by the time I've reached the door she's about four feet inside, grinning triumphantly.

"Haha, you can't come in cos you're wet," she sings.

I am so going to have her for this. How does she always manage to get the upper hand?

"I'll dry in about five seconds in this heat, and then you really will be in trouble."

"I'll take my chances thanks," she laughs breezily.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," I smile.

My heart is pounding at this shameless flirting. It's exhilarating.

"Why?" she challenges, leaning forward and taunting me. "What are you going to do?"

"Just you wait and see." I'm grinning now.

In reality I haven't a clue what I'm going to do to get revenge. The sight of her in that bikini is having the usual effect on me, and I just want to pin her against the wall and make her come. I know that's the only time I actually seem to have any semblance of control in this relationship.

No, not "relationship" like that. You know what I mean.

I'm dry within a couple of minutes and I make a grab for her as I step in the door. She scoots to the stairs but I'm right behind her, and I scoop her up in my arms, pondering my next move.

She giggles as I carry her to the back door, and then slides her arms around my neck and gently kisses my skin. My entire body immediately starts tingling.

"Stop that," I tell her, but she carries on.

I step outside and walk towards the pool, and she gently turns my face towards her with one hand, and finds my lips with hers.

I know what she's trying to do. She's trying to distract me from throwing her in the pool. I'm determined not to let her win this one.

"I know what you're doing," I whisper, but instead of sounding cocky and flippant, I sound like a quivering mess. Spot on, really.

I reach the edge and stop. She's kissing me softly, tenderly, and my heart is beginning to race at the familiarity once again.

For fuck's sake, she's pulling me under yet again. I break the kiss and look down at her lips, and then into her eyes. I'm pleased to see those kisses have affected her just as much as they have me. I lean my face towards hers again as if I'm going to continue kissing her, but stop just short of her mouth.

Slowly and deliberately I whisper, "Don't start what you can't finish."

And then I launch her into the deep end, gleefully.

I wait until I see her head break the surface of the water before I fold my arms across my chest and turn my head to the side, sticking my nose in the air with a smug grin.

"I see," she calls across the pool to me. "We're playing dirty are we?"

Yep, I think to myself.

I laugh and bend my knees so I'm crouching down on the side, and extend my hand towards her so I can pull her back out again, but she pushes my hand away with hers.

"No," she says, with a shake of her head. "That's it now, I don't trust you."

She's grinning, so I know she's kidding. I chuckle and offer my hand again,and she sighs resolutely and reaches up to me.

Ha, I've got her right where I want her. I'm going to pull her out and then push her in again.

Before this thought is fully formed I feel a sharp tug on my arm, and because I'm balancing precariously on the balls of my feet I tip forward and plunge into the water beside her.

"You really are asking for it, aren't you," I tell her, once I surface.

"I think that's 3-1,"she crows, so I throw water at her, and she swims over to me and slips her arms around my neck.

I'm just thinking how relaxed and comfortable we are with each other again, when she pushes my hair back out of my face with her hands, and I get a flutter of butterflies at the gesture. I kiss her softly.

"Truce?"

"OK," she nods.

I glance at her bare shoulders in the water.

"You should put some suncream on. You'll burn pretty quickly otherwise."

She follows my gaze to her shoulders, before agreeing, and we go back over to the chairs. I watch Jess rubbing in the suncream, and I have to concentrate on not getting a hard-on. I'm relieved when she hands the bottle to me and moves her sun lounger so she is facing me on mine.

"What are you smiling at?" I ask, as I realise she's beaming at me.

"Just enjoying the view," she replies, and my stomach jolts.

"That's funny, it's pretty good from where I'm sitting too," I shoot back at her, giving her a wink.

She gives a small intake of breath, and I remember the wink makes her knees weak.

I'm inwardly glowing at this, when her phone goes off. She starts texting, and after it goes off again she smirks. I shift my legs slightly so our skin is touching. I do it on purpose because I want the physical contact.

"What are you smirking at?" I ask.

"Callie's being nosey," she replies, and for a second I think she's telling me off for being nosey, and my stomach flips over. "Don't worry, she's not being nosey about you," she continues. "Well, she is, but not because of who you are. She's just generally nosey about everything."

I'm relieved when I realise what she meant, and then I'm curious about what she's told her friend.

"What did you say to her?" I wonder.

"Nothing you need to worry about," she smiles.

"Ohhhh, that's not fair!" I protest, but she just puts her phone on the table and smiles infuriatingly.

I would give a large sum of money to know what she's told her friends about me. I want to know how she feels. Does she like me? Is she still a fan? I don't know how this works.

I still don't know why she doesn't ask about the other boys. She recognised Niall's voice when he called her for God's sake, so surely that means she was, or still is, a pretty big fan?

I remember my conversation with Niall on the tour bus after the Dubai show, when he wanted to know if it was weird dating a fan. I remember telling him it wasn't, but it this because she doesn't act like a fan? I can't figure her out at all.

"How come you never ask about the band?" I blurt, without thinking.

There's a pause, while my face burns with embarrassment. What a stupid fucking question to ask a potential girlfriend. I may as well just have offered her a fucking signed photo.

"That's a random question to come out with," she says eventually.

I clear my throat nervously. My heart is thudding in my chest. I hope she can't see it.

"I was just wondering."

There is another pause.

"There are loads of reasons to be honest," she says slowly, like she's choosing her words carefully.

I may as well jump in with both feet. I want to fucking know.

"Like...?" I prompt.

"Why do you think I don't?" she asks, and I clear my throat again.

"I don't know," I say, truthfully. "I know you're a fan so I don't get why you don't ask anything."

Should I carry on? She's not saying anything; she's just looking at me.

"Sometimes I think you're not really a fan at all, but then you do stuff and I know you genuinely are," I babble. "Like when you got all excited when Louis called me in the car that day. And when you immediately knew Niall's voice from him saying, like, 3 words to you."

I can't stop my mouth. It's running away from me. But at the same time, I feel relieved to be getting this off my chest.

"And you know the exact drumbeat to Little White Lies, and every word to Best Song Ever. And Kiss You is your ringtone. And your Twitter is all One Direction related. So why don't you ask me about the band? I don't get it."

I finally stop speaking, and stare at her, waiting for her to answer. I feel like everything is resting on what she says next.

"Don't you? Really?" she says. She's looking unsure.

"No," I say, honestly.

She stares down at her feet and takes a moment to respond.

"Well, I never wanted you to think I only like you because you're Harry from One Direction," she begins, and I feel a flush run through my body. I hope this conversation goes the way I want it to.

"I mean, I liked you for 2 years for that reason," she's saying, "but then when I actually met you, I liked you for you, and I started to separate my crush on Harry from One Direction from my crush on you."

My stomach does a few somersaults.

"I thought you must get so many people asking you about the band, and wanting to hang out with you just because you're famous," she explains, "and I never want you to put me in that category. So I don't ask because I think if you want to talk to me about it you will, and if you don't, you won't. I don't want you to feel you have to. And if I ever did ask you about the band, I wouldn't want you thinking I'm asking because I'm a fan fishing for information."

I can't speak.

"It's not because I'm not interested that I don't ask - far from it. I just think you must get sick of talking about it sometimes, and I don't want you to get sick of talking to me..."

She looks away and I can see she's embarrassed at what she's just said to me, but I can't even form a proper thought. This girl gets it. She gets me. I can't believe it.

My heart is absolutely pounding. I let myself think once again that this might actually go somewhere; that maybe, just maybe, she is a keeper. But I can't set myself up for another fall after what happened with Nadine.

"Sometimes I remember who you are, and I get starstruck," Jess says, suddenly. "And I get cross with myself because I feel like I'm treating you differently."

She still isn't looking at me.

"Sorry," she sighs.

She looks up at me and my stomach does another somersault.

"Sorry," she mutters again.

Sorry? Why on earth is she sorry? She gets me. She's on my wavelength. She understands what I haven't even told her; what I haven't even told anyone. What I didn't know I felt, until now.

"You're amazing," I say, in awe of this beautiful girl sitting in front of me, telling me everything I've ever wanted to hear.

"Why?" she asks.

Why? How can she be so oblivious to how incredible she is?

"Because you get it. You get me."

I feel like I'm stumbling over my words.

"Everything you just said... you just... you get it."

I know I'm being vague, but I can't help it. I'm just overwhelmed by her.

"And just for the record, I never get sick of talking to you," I say quickly, wanting to reassure her. "I love it."

"Ditto," she says, smiling.

"I really like you," I mumble quickly, feeling stupid and embarrassed.

"I think you know I really like you too," she says.

Well I'm starting to think maybe she does.

"Yeah," I reply.

I stare down at my lap for a minute, trying to slow my own heartbeat, but everytime I think about the conversation we've just had it rockets again.

I need to say something to break the silence. I don't want it to become awkward.

"You want a cold drink?" I offer.

"Yeah, please," she smiles, and my stomach flips as I look into her eyes again.

"Any preference?" I ask, standing up.

"I don't mind - anything," she says.

She said this to me when I took her to that club the night we met, and it stressed me out so much I ended up buying her champagne. I head into the kitchen and open the fridge to look at the choice.

Fruit juice? She might not like it.

Coke? That's a pretty safe bet.

Diet Coke? What if she thinks I'm saying she's fat or something? I know how women's minds can work. Taylor Swift was a prime example - she would have taken offence if I came back with a Diet Coke.

Water? Too boring.

Squash? She's not a kid.

Fuck. Why do I overthink everything?

I just want it to be right, though.

Why couldn't she just say what she wanted?

I mentally kick myself and pour two cans of Coke into tall glasses, throw a couple of ice cubes in for good measure, and turn to go back outside.

The hose catches my eye as I'm stepping out of the back door and I can't stop the grin breaking on my face. Little Miss Upper Hand is currently winning our water-war 3-1. I need to pull it back.

I peer over at her. Her eyes are closed and she lying back on the sun lounger.

I set the glasses back on the kitchen counter and pull my phone out. I start the video and tiptoe over to the hose. I hope she can take a joke. I think she can.

I silently unwind a couple of metres, switch the water on and aim the nozzle at her. I pull the trigger and the water fires across the patio and neatly hits her stomach. She screams and leaps off the sun lounger, and I can't stop myself from howling at her reaction.

"Harry, stop it!" she is screaming, but I carry on until she grabs a towel from the floor, throws it over her head and curls up in a ball on her chair. I release the trigger and the stream stops immediately, but I am now almost hysterical. I bend double, my hands resting on my knees, my whole body shaking.

"It's not funny!" she calls from underneath the towel, and I grab the glasses from the kitchen and make my way over to her as my laughter eventually subsides.

Fuck, that was funny.

"3-2," I grin, gleefully, and she peeps out from under the towel and then laughs.

"You called a truce," she says, sitting up and pointing one finger at me.

"It was too good an opportunity to miss," I admit, and she narrows her eyes at me, which makes me laugh harder.

"This is definitely war," she threatens.

Just wait until Louis and Liam get here - they're my trump cards.

"If you say so," I say casually, and I sit down next to her and kiss her on the lips. "You hungry?"

I'm starving.

"Mmm." She waves her hand, like 'so-so.'

"I could make us some sandwiches for lunch?" I offer.

"Fine with me. Do you want any help?" she asks.

Nadine would never have said that.

I need to stop comparing her to Nadine.

Different leagues.

Different universes.

"No it's ok," I smile. Stay out here and relax."

She gives a short laugh.

"Are you joking? I'm on high alert for the next round of water torture."

"I guarantee a ceasefire for the next hour," I laugh.

"Hmmm," she says, staring at me through narrowed eyes. "I guess I'll have to trust you."

"You can trust me," I smile at her, and she smiles back shyly.

I hope she knows she can. I mean, I know I have a reputation for having women fall at my feet, but seriously, I am just as nervous as the next guy. And I am not the sort to go sleeping around behind someone's back. Not my style.

I hum along to Love Me Like You Do which is playing on the radio in the kitchen as I make lunch, and give Mum a quick text to let her know everything's fine.

When we've eaten, Jess sits back on her sunbed facing mine, and I do the same, and I gently stroke her leg as we chat about home, and her job. She gives me a brief lowdown of everyone in her office, and I have to stop myself asking questions about this Gary who seems to make her laugh so much, and who couldn't keep his hands to himself when they all went out for drinks while I was on tour.

I know, I know, I am in no position to be moaning about what happened while I was away, but I can't help feeling a little bit jealous at the way she smiles when she talks about him.

I tickle her leg gently as she talks, and I can't take my eyes off her. I know I shouldn't stare at her like this, but I can't stop. I feel like I have a permanent smile on my face when I'm around her. She's telling me about her job now, and she gets so animated when she's describing what she does. It's obvious she loves it, and she's passionate about it. I stare at the dimple in her cheek as she explains 'working capital' to me, but I'm completely lost and end up just nodding along and trying not to sound stupid.

"Sorry, I'm boring you aren't I," she says after a while.

"No!" I assure her. "Of course not. I want to know all about you."

That was lame. I'm not a stalker. For fuck's sake.

We both fall silent and I tickle her leg a bit higher up, and let my mind wander.

Bad idea.

Now I'm thinking back to last night and this morning, and I feel a tingle running from my stomach to my groin as I remember her thumb running over my tip... Fuck, now I've got a hard-on.

"I'm going for another dip," I say, standing up and tugging at my shorts. "Wanna join me?"

I need to cool off.

"Yes," she groans. "But I hate that first plunge."

"I'm going for it," I declare, and I jog to the pool and dive in the deep end head first.

It's fucking freezing.

"Come on," I urge her, and she grins and get up from her chair and comes and sits on the edge of the pool. Thankfully the cold water has killed my boner, so I swim over to her and stand between her legs. She slicks my hair back again and I have to stop myself from nuzzling into her hand like a fucking puppy.

I pull myself together and throw a handful of water at her and she screams and scrambles to her feet, but I grab her hand and give it a sharp tug so she falls in sideways next to me. I put my arms around her waist from behind and kiss her neck.

"Sorry, couldn't resist," I murmur.

My heart is racing again.

"You will be," she retorts. "It's a good job you're hot so you can get away with it."

I want to punch the air at her words.

I lean forward and kiss her and she clings onto me in the water, wrapping her legs around my waist, and the feel of her body pressing against mine sends my blood pumping straight to my dick as I gently touch my tongue against hers.

Her fingers are stroking my hair, gently tugging at it as we start breathing harder and kissing more passionately. I take a couple of steps through the water with her hanging onto me, and when I reach the side I push her back against the wall of the pool and squeeze her sides with my hands. My fingers slip under her bikini top, gently touching her breasts, and she lets out a small moan that sends another rush of blood to my groin. Her hand slips into my shorts and I give a murmur of pleasure as she rubs my tip between her legs.

The chemistry between us is undeniable. I cant get enough of her.

I can feel myself slowly building, and I can't stay like this any longer - I need to feel her around me. I pull my hands out of her top and hook them under her thighs, and then slowly and gently push to her. My legs almost give way at the feeling - it's so fucking intense. I breathe hard into her mouth and she tightens her grip around my neck. If we hadn't done this twice in twelve hours I would have come already. I slowly pull my hips back and push forward again, and I almost shudder in pleasure.

What the fuck is going on? This is indescribable. Fuck.

I press my mouth onto hers again and start moving rhythmically. She kisses me hard, pulling gently at the hair at the back of my head with her fingers. Her face is wet from the pool and it's such a turn on as her lips slide over mine. I know from experience by the way her breathing has changed that she's getting close, so I give a couple of longer thrusts, and I'm right - she cries out and pulls my face hard onto hers, breathing fire into my mouth. After she's finished she carries on kissing me and it's not long before I feel my own pleasure building. I let go and come inside her, squeezing my eyes shut and feeling dizzy from the intensity of this feeling, this connection.

When the rush subsides my knees feel suddenly weak, and I steady myself in the water.

"You make my knees go weak," I whisper, my eyes still closed. I feel shy all of a sudden and I don't know why.

How can she have this effect on me?

"That's because you've just come," she smiles.

I rest my head on her shoulder.

"That's not the reason," I murmur, and she kisses my neck softly. Tenderly.

No other girl has made me feel like this. I don't know what's going on.

I don't want to let go of her, but I need to get rid of the condom.

FUCK.

The condom.

"We didn't use anything," I mutter.

I should be panicking but I'm just feeling warm and fuzzy.

"I know, I was just thinking that," she says softly. "It'll be ok - it's not the right time - of the month."

I lift my head from her shoulder and look into her eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Certain," she nods, and that's good enough for me.

I don't know why I trust her implicitly, but I do. Although if Karen ever finds out about this she will kill me.

"But we need to be more careful," she says.

I lay my head back on her shoulder again.

"I know. I got carried away."

"Me too. I didn't even think about it," she sighs. "We can't let that happen again."

"No," I agree.

I feel like I want to tell her this is a first for me.

"I've never... y'know... without using one before," I mutter, awkwardly.

"Really? Never?" she says, and I'm guessing from the way she's saying this that she has done this before.

"Never," I repeat, shaking my head. "It felt amazing."

I thought last night was the best sex of my life, but seriously, just now has fucking topped it.

She shivers slightly, and I kiss her gently.

"Are you cold? Shall we get out?" I ask.

"Yeah, a bit," she says, so we get out of the pool, dry off and lie down to sunbathe on our stomachs.

The tranquility is broken by the opening line of Where Do Broken Hearts Go coming from Jess's phone, and I lift my head to look at her.

"Have you changed your ringtone?"

I co-wrote this song - is it one of her favourites? My stomach flutters at this thought.

"No, that's Facetime," she replies."It's Maddie."

She takes the call and I listen to her conversation with her younger sister, who is clearly just a big a fan as Jess. When she starts asking about me I'm impressed at how Jess deflects the questions, like a hardened pro. I say hi to Maddie and her friends, who scream so loud they almost bust Jess's speaker, and blush when Maddie asks Jess if I'm a good kisser.

She deflects this question too, but I feel my stomach drop slightly when she insists quite convincingly, "We're just friends."

I know she's only saying this to protect me though. Isn't she?

When she ends the call she switches her camera on and goes to take a selfie of us, and I steal a kiss on the cheek just as she takes the picture. She takes another of us smiling, and then puts her phone back on the table.

"Have you got a password on your phone?" I ask as we lay our heads back down, facing each other again.

"Yeah, why?" she murmurs.

"Good," I nod. "If anyone got hold of it..." I trail off.

"Yeah, I know," she says. "I put it on after our first proper date - I mean, the night you took me to C London."

"Cool," I say sleepily.

"I'd never show anyone anything," she says softly.

"I know," I smile.

She doesn't need to elaborate. And I know she understands that I trust her.

.....

Jess gets in the shower while I cook dinner, and then after we've eaten I leave her watching TV and take a shower myself. I wash the chlorine out of my hair, and can't be bothered trying to style it just to lounge on the sofa watching TV, so I tie it up with an elastic band thingy, throw on some comfy clothes on and head back downstairs.

When I enter the lounge Jess looks flushed and guilty, and seems out of breath. The music channel is on.

"What have you been up to?" I ask suspiciously, and I note she is staring at me with her mouth slightly open.

She's checking me out.

Busted.

"Nothing," she says in a high pitched voice.

"Why are you out of breath?"

I sit down next to her on the sofa. She's definitely twitchy.

"Errrr..." she hesitates.

I lie back along the sofa and pull her back against my chest, in between my legs.

"Go on," I prompt.

"I'm not," she denies.

"Were you dancing?" I ask. Fucking hell.

"No!" she says quickly, and I know I've caught her out.

"I'm sorry I missed that," I tell her. That would have been HOT.

"I'm not," she mutters, almost to herself, and relaxes against me.

I've got a cracking view down her top.

"I can see down your top from this angle," I chuckle.

"You're such a perv," she whines, smacking my leg.

I'm a perv?! She was practically drooling when I came downstairs.

"Says you. I saw you checking me out when I walked in just then," I tease, feeling brave, and to my absolute surprise, she doesn't deny it.

"Yeah, well, I really like your hair like that," she says shyly, and I grin like a lunatic at this compliment.

We decide to go into Beverly Hills for lunch tomorrow, and after a couple of hours cuddled up watching TV, we go upstairs. She gets in bed first, and the sight of her waiting for me sends a shiver down my spine.

"You look good in my bed," I observe.

"You look good in those boxers," she grins, and I can't resist winking at her, because I know exactly what it does to her, and I love it.

"I thought I told you no winking," she scolds after I've turned the light out and bounced into bed next to her. "That makes my knees go weak."

"Good job you're lying down then isn't it," I fire back. "What else makes your knees go weak?"

I want to know, so I can use every single one of them to my advantage.

"Your hair like that. Pretty much everything you say and do," she admits.

I think my hair looks a mess like this, but whatever floats her boat, I guess.

I lean over her and press my lips against hers in the darkness. Little Harry stirs.

"How about this?" I wonder.

"Yep," she confirms.

Yesssss. Point to Styles.

I run my fingers down her thigh to her knee, hook my hand underneath it, and hitch her leg up so it is around my waist.

"And this?" I ask, kissing her again.

"Mmm hmm," she murmurs against my lips.

Two points.

I trail my fingers slowly up her inside leg, and brush my lips against her neck.

Little Harry is wide awake now.

"What about this?" I whisper.

"Definitely that," she agrees.

HATRICK!

She pulls me on top of her and I kiss her passionately, pushing my hips against hers.

Honestly, I could do this with her for hours. I'm beginning to think I'm in way over my head here.