Chapter 146: Charged
Melanie held her breath as his hand moved lower, over her thighs, towards her core but in the next second, he picked her up so that her legs were around his waist and her arms around his neck. The rough friction of his belt pressing against her center sent a jolt through her, like a spark on dry paper. It was almost too much. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as her body shuddered.
He chuckled, low and sinful, lips brushing her ear as he whispered against her ear, "So sensitive. So hot. You might just be my undoing, sweet Melon."
With that, Adam moved towards the couch and almost threw her on it, watching as those soft pillows bounced. Just when he was about to follow her and get his desire to taste all over, the sound of someone banging on the door loudly caught his attention. Even Melanie seemed to break away from under the spell as her eyes widened and she moved to cover herself.
Soon, Max’s voice could be heard muffled through the door," I know you are in there, Adam Collins! I’ve seen your car outside! Open the door right now!"
Curses, wild and creative enough to make her eyes widen at the possibilites echoed in her ears as Adam knelt down next to her and buried his face in the crook her neck. She almost giggled at that when Max got even louded," Come on, man! I sent those videos to Melanie and now you are doing this to me! You good friend! Open the door."
Those words caused Adam to look up and he stared at Melanie incredulously as she nodded. Another curse left his mouth—something so descriptive and anatomically impossible that she blinked in surprise—before he muttered something that suspiciously sounded like ’cockblocking gremlin’ and walked away.
She let her eyes rove over the sexy naked back ,feeling her eyes widen when she saw the nails mark on his back... When did she do that?
And then it hit her. She was topless. On the couch. In the living room. Right by the entrance. Like some wanton heroine from a steamy romance novel gone rogue. With a strangled squeak, she leapt up, grabbing the nearest piece of fabric that could serve as modesty armor—her blazer, which had somehow made its way to here from where... they had been doing things near the door.
Her actual top, meanwhile, looked like it had been mauled by a wild beast. Probably had considering that Adam was no less than that. She didn’t want to dwell on that for now though... Clutching the blazer to her chest, she bolted toward her bedroom with the speed of someone fleeing a crime scene.