Page 3 of Tamed By You

He takes a sip of his Champagne, looking at me for a beat longer than necessary. “You know you sound better and look so much hotter when your mouth’s closed,” Harry quips back.

“I’d agree with you but then we’d both be wrong, wouldn't we?” I say quickly.

“You know what, you are the walking version of a migraine,” he retorts.

“Well, pop some aspirin baby because it’s about to get painful,” I bite, draining the last of my drink.

“Please save your breath, you'll probably need it to blow up your next date, or ‘Paxton’.”

“I don't know what your problem is, but I’m guessing it’s hard for you to pronounce,” I bite back.

God, he infuriates me.

“Remember that time I said I liked you?... I lied,” Harry says, staring at me dead in the eyes.

I press my hand to my chest to stress my outrage. “What, are you saying you don't like me?” I say dramatically. “Please give me a few moments whilst I recover from this tragedy.” I roll my eyes.

“Fuck me, you are…” he grumbles before throwing back the remainder of his drink.

“You know, as tempting as that is, I don’t know where that little dick of yours has been, so I—”

“Right, that’s it you two, enough,” Ria shouts, startling us all, but her shout is instantly followed by a drunken giggle.

“You two are like a pair of children. Don't make me put you in a time-out in your rooms.”

Harry and I both turn away from each other, reaching at the same time for the bottle of champagne. Like the gentleman he clearly isn't, he snatches the bottle and drains it into his glass, giving me the most sarcastic smile as he places the empty bottle back in the champagne bucket.

I scowl.

“Now then, this is a wedding. It’s full of love and happiness and I love this song, so we are going to dance and you two are going to kiss and make up. Come on,” Ria demands, slightly slurring her words. She takes Jack’s hand and pulls him out of his seat towards the dance floor, a little unsteady on her feet, but Jack is there, always ready to catch her in case she falls.

Nothing warms my heart more than seeing her or Gabby happy. But I’ve already accepted that this kind of love isn't on the cards for me and I’m okay with that.

Harry rises from his chair, fastening the button on his tux jacket. “Come on then, let's get this dance over with before Momma Maria comes back and bashes our heads together for not doing as we’re told.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely, how can I refuse?” I deadpan.

He takes my hand like I'm a petulant child and all but drags me onto the dance floor.

L-O-V-E by Joss stone is being sung by the woman in the band.

Fabulous, had to be this song.

Harry keeps a tight hold of my hand, squeezing it so hard I wonder if he is actively trying to break my fingers or if he fears I will do a runner.Both likely possibilities.He tugs me into his body, placing a hand at the base of my back, and I drape a reluctant arm around his neck. We start to sway to the music, and his grip tightens around my fingers.

“Wanna ease up on the grip there Lennie, I'd like the use of my fingers after this dance, thank you.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles, releasing his tight hold, but never letting go of my hand.

“Was that an apology?” I lean in, whispering into his ear.

He doesn’t reply, instead pulling me closer. My breasts press up against his firm chest and I have no doubt that under that well-fitted tux is a mass of perfectly sculpted muscles. Harry may get on my nerves, but I’m not blind. He would usually be my type, but I can't pinpoint why he gets under my skin the way he does.

His breath dances across my skin as he leans in, his lips grazing the top of my ear. Goosebumps scatter across my skin as my breathing hitches.

“Sure was. I’m a big enough man to know when I need to admit I'm wrong,” he purrs softly.

That's a normal statement to make, but my thoughts go straight to the size of his dick.

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