All Chapters of Curvy and Off-limits: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Harper’s POV"We should go." I whispered it though my hands hadn't loosened their grip on his shoulders at all."Yeah." He didn't move either, chest still rising and falling hard against mine. "Probably should."But neither of us moved. The air in the private gym was thick with the smell of sweatl. My body was still humming, my clit throbbing with a remaining ache that demanded more. I don’t know why his presence always got me feeling like a rabbit in hit. Then a thought hit me like a bucket of ice water. My eyes flew wide and I shoved him away with a sudden, frantic burst of energy."Are there cameras?" I gasped, scrambling to sit up and clutch my shirt to my chest. "Oh my god, Declan, are there cameras in here?"His expression softened, the hunger in his eyes replaced by something reassuring. "No," he said, his voice low and calm. "No cameras. This is my private gym, remember? No one sees anything in here without my permission."The tension drained out of my shoulders but the adren

Declan's POVHayes was in the middle of some story about a bad Tinder dated. I nodded along at the right parts without actually hearing most of it. My attention kept drifting past his shoulder, toward the pool, the little cluster of girls dancing badly and laughing about it.Harper had her arms up, hips moving easy to whatever song was playing, hair falling loose out of whatever style she started the night with. She looked happy. Genuinely happy, not the performance she used to wear at parties like this, always half braced for someone to say something cruel about her body the second her guard dropped.Nobody was doing that tonight. Nobody was doing that at all anymore actually, not since I made sure of it a while back with a few of the guys who used to think it was funny. It was a conversations that didn't need to be loud to get the point across permanently.I know I’m being hypocrite but if for once I spoke about her body and actually felt like she wasn’t perfect, it’s a lie. I was b

Harper’s POVI pushed open my bedroom door already reaching for the zipper of my dress when I froze. Declan was sitting on the edge of my bed, his long legs stretched out, ankles crossed. He changed out of his party clothes, now wearing just a simple t-shirt and gym shorts that did nothing to hide the lean muscle I'd been trying not to stare at all night."Declan?" My voice was barely a whisper. "What are you doing here?"He stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Left the party early."My heart did that stupid little flip it always did when he looked at me like that. "Why?""Couldn't stop thinking about you in that dress." His voice was rough, deeper than usual. "And I definitely couldn't watch Mason dance with you for another second."I blinked my mind racing back to the party. Mason's friendly grin, the way he'd spun me around, Declan watching from across the yard with an expression I couldn't quite read. “You saw that?""Saw everything." He took a step closer, the space be

Harper’s POVMy wrists were bound with a silk. The silk felt like firm dominant pressure against my skin. Every nerve ending was on fire, hyper aware of the cool air in my room, the low thrum of the music still playing from his phone and the way Declan was looking at me. Like I was a five-course meal and he was starving.He didn't rush. He just stood there for a moment, his eyes tracing every inch of me. From the way my arms were stretched above my head to the way my legs were slightly parted on the bed.It should have been terrifying being this exposed nd vulnerable. Instead I felt a hot, liquid feeling pooled low in my stomach, an ache that was part anticipation so fucking pure and unadulterated.Then he moved, kneeling on the bed between my spread legs. The mattress dipped with his weight. I could feel the warmth radiating from him even before he touched me. He started with my ankles, his hands wrapping around them, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin there. His touch was sendin

Harper's POVI woke up to the sound of birds outside my window and the weight of his arm still draped over my waist. He is all warm and heavy like it belonged there. For a second I just lay still, listening to him breathe slow and even behind me and let myself feel every single ache in my body without wanting to fix a single one of them.He stirred a minute later, his hand tightening slightly against my stomach before his lips found the back of my shoulder."Morning." His voice came out rough with sleep, low against my skin."Morning." I turned in his arms to face him and the sight of him like this, hair a mess, eyes still heavy, made something warm curl through my chest that had nothing to do with the ache still sitting between my legs."You good?" He asked it careful, searching my face for something, his thumb brushing along my cheekbone."Yeah." I smiled and I meant it. "More than good."He kissed me slow, no rush behind it at all and for a long moment we just stayed like that, ta