Chapter 25

Catching me before I fell, Harry lifted me up off the ground, and my legs automatically cinched around him as my arms gripped his head. Burying my fingers into his hair, a whimper left me when I felt the heat of his cock pressing suddenly against my cleft.

I exhaled against his lips and gripped tightly onto the roots of his hair, just as I sensed him move again.

Gasping, I didn't expect him to lower me so the tip of his cock pressed directly against my entrance - but he did. Heat pooled in my core, and I knew he could feel it - feel me throbbing to have him inside me again.

"Harry," I softly whimpered, or protested was more like it when he didn't move anymore.

I pressed my lips together and laid my head against his shoulder.

"Please..."

"You are such a distraction," He confessed, just before I felt him lowering me onto his length.

A garbled moan fell from my lips, and I clenched around him as he filled me up to the brim, letting me take all of him with one deep push. I heard a haggard breath leave his mouth, before he with resolve pushed inside me again and made me arch in pleasure.

I was going to regret everything tomorrow, but right now, I didn't care.

Finding his lips, I moaned hard as he pushed inside me once more, the same time our mouths met in a heated kiss. My tongue fervently sought inside his mouth and was met by his own tongue. Feeling him thrust deeply again, I almost bit down on his lip as I caught it between my teeth.

Catching his gaze, I looked at him through hooded eyelids and saw his amber eyes having darkened to an unrecognizable shade. They were so deep, but there was something hiding at the bottom.

I was scared to keep looking.

Closing my eyes, I caught his lips again and felt as he responded, the same time the world suddenly shifted. I sensed him move, but I didn't open my eyes to see where he was taking me. The answer came to me automatically when I felt the softness of

covers suddenly press against my back.

Tipping me down on his bed, our lips barely ripped apart as I tugged at his tie and finally loosened it. Pulling it clean off, I was cut off with a cry as he suddenly pushed deeply inside me right then.

My back arched up and my eyes shut on their own accord.

He was everywhere.

Feeling his lips feather down my neckline and décolleté, I ripped at the buttons on his shirt until they popped off. For that, I was punished (or rewarded.] with another hard thrust that had me clenching around him in need.

"Harry," I begged, but for what, I didn't know.

All of this, tonight, this whole thing... it was so wrong. The intimacy should've scared me, it should've made me stop all of this, but I inexplicably parted my legs wider as he leaned in over me and ground his hips deeper against mine.

Clawing down his back, shallow breaths left my mouth as I felt myself slowly reach my climax, building up like a wildfire in my lower abdomen. The harder he pushed, the tighter the knot grew.

I couldn't take it much longer.

"Harry!" I cried out his name and then let my head fall back as my body spasmed, reaching its high.

My mouth fell open in a silent 'O', and then I was coming apart. Panting through my shivers, Harry kept rocking into me, his lips on my cheek as I whimpered at the sensation. He kissed me tenderly, then brushed my cheekbone with his thumb God, I hated him for this.

Clinging to him, I managed to drag his shirt off the second my climax faded away and I regained control of my body again.

Pulling it down his broad shoulders and then down his arms, I let him work it off the last bit himself before he tossed it away and then cupped my face.

Our eyes met right then.

Staring up into his eyes, my mouth slightly fell open as I saw the burning intensity behind his gaze, the deep lines marred into his face.

But there was a softness there, too.

"Don't stop," I whispered, clenching my legs around him when his movements had grinded to a halt.

I moved my hips a little and I then tightened my inner muscles around him.

His jaw clenched hard, and his eyes shut for just a second as my inner muscles held their grip on him. He then opened his eyes again a moment later and looked down at me, much darker than before. That was his first warning.

Pushing forward abruptly, my mouth opened in a gasp, but my legs twitched shut around him as he squeezed himself deeper. I felt as he moved within me, pulsing as he pulled back, before pushing deeper again. My inner walls spasmed wantonly around him and a hard moan left my mouth.

"Such a bad distraction," He repeated into my ear, and for some reason, my lips quirked up.

There was a compliment in there somewhere.

"Shut up and fuck me," I whispered back breathlessly as my nails gripped on tightly to his shoulders when he pushed inside me deeply again.

Tomorrow, I was going to regret saying that.

It couldn't be more than a couple of hours since I passed out from exhaustion and utter blissful satisfaction. I could tell that it was still dark outside, but something bright had woken me up.

Cracking my eyes open, I squinted in the harsh light, but looked around nonetheless. I was in Harry's bedroom, the written-on walls looking like a delicate, yet beautiful pattern in the dark, tainting the wallpaper.

My eyes followed the light, and rolling over onto my other side, the sight that met me surprised me.

Half-leaning against his headboard, chest bare and glasses low on his nose, Harry sat with a piece of paper and a pencil in his hand. He was writing on what appeared to be the back of a book, something hard and difficult and unmistakably math.

"What are you doing?" I tiredly whispered, still trying to adjust to the bright light in the room that turned out to be his bedside lamp.

He had gotten up just to write some lines of math?

His eyes didn't leave the paper, but instead he kept on writing. I wasn't even sure he heard what I had said. Maybe he had had a break in his math-problem case.

Watching him write away with a concentrated look, I scooted closer to his body with a little smile and peaked at the paper.

"Told you. All you needed was a little support."

A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips, but then he was concentrating again.

"Go back to sleep."

I was tired, but I couldn't possibly go back to sleep right now. Not with the lights on and him sitting right there, doing... that.

He was working silently, but with so much concentration and precision, the pencil worked effortlessly in a steady and constant pace against the paper. I was kind of breathless just watching him go.

The achiness between my legs told me exactly what it was doing to me.

"How do you do it?" I whispered before I could stop myself.

His pencil didn't stop, but I saw his eyebrow lift ever so slightly.

"Hm?"

"I mean... what's it like?" I heard how childish my question sounded.

It sounded like I was asking him to describe what it felt like to have endless numbers just floating around his head, and then expect him to be able to put words to it.

But that was exactly what I was asking.

"I can't imagine it's much different from how your head works," He then calmly replied, surprising me.

I lifted my brow, looking up at him as his eyes narrowed in concentration.

"Having a lot thoughts on your mind, thinking about things constantly."

"Right. But you have an abnormal amount of thoughts in your head," I pointed out.

"More than usual."

His lips faintly twitched. "Some people overthink things. It all depends on what they're overthinking."

So he was saying the key to his success was..

"So you overthink numbers?" I asked, a little smirk on my lips.

Of all the things one could overthink..

He chuckles back, silently. "Constantly."

Well, then.

That was one mystery solved.

He thought about numbers as much as the rest of us probably thought about our fears, problems and insecurities. Imagine what we could do if we all did like Harry.

But I wondered. peering up at him again and watching him circle a part of his equation, I couldn't help but wonder..

"Do you ever overthinking... anything else?"

A long moment of silence followed, where only the scratch of his pencil against the paper could be heard. I watched his face as he wrote whatever he was writing, before his pencil finally grinded to a slow halt.

"Sometimes," He then cryptically replied with a slightly distant gaze.

I was silent after that.

I could've asked what he sometimes thought about, other than his math. I could've asked, and the answer might've surprised me.

But it also could've disappointed me.

And after tonight, I wasn't willing to make that gamble.

I was pulled out of my thoughtful cone when I suddenly sensed a pair of lips softly kissing the top of my head. I looked up to see Harry pulling away, giving me a little smile.

"Go to sleep, Cassandra. You've got a long day ahead tomorrow."

I smiled back a little, but felt as the traitorous strings in my heart started being pulled at. This was all wrong.

"Goodnight, Harry."