Neither of the men say anything as I arrive. Harry simply takes control and steps forward, taking me in his arms and kissing me in a sensual, passionate way once more. I can sense Ryan watching, and I feel a bit odd about it at first - especially since we were on a date not that long ago - but I soon lose myself completely in Harry's lips and his touch. I run my fingers through his hair, feeling his arms wrap around my neck. We're kissing like two horny teenagers, and it feels amazing. I've not felt so wanted in a very long time.
Harry's body is rock-solid - muscular and powerful - and it feels incredible up against mine. He makes me feel like a tiny princess, dainty and petite.
"You taste like strawberries," he observes, murmuring into my mouth. "It's good."
Just as I'm about to respond, I get the surprise of another body.
