Chapter 252: No hesitation
The other hand slid into her hair, holding the back of her head as he kissed her back just as hard, thankful that she was not angry at him. And now there was no hesitation.
He pulled her to him as his hands slid over her, until he cupped her bottom through the skirt. She moaned into his mouth as he pulled her closer and that little sound only instigated him further. Without giving her a chance, he slid his hands lower until the hem of her skirt was in his fingers. He pulled it upwards and then in the next moment, her legs were wrapped around him as he turned her so that she was caught in the middle. Between him and the wall.
His mouth was on hers again withing a minute, deep and determined, but there was tension in the way he held her. Her fingers slipped beneath his shirt, the heat of his skin burning against her palms. Every ridge of muscle tightened under her touch. Adam felt as if he was on fire. And the more she touched him, the hotter he felt.
She pushed the fabric up and over his shoulders, letting it fall behind them. Her hands didn’t pause as they moved with purpose, sweeping across his chest, down his stomach, as if reacquainting herself with terrain.
He caught her hip and pulled her flush against him, letting her feel what she did to him. Her breath hitched and then as if wanting to feel more, her hands moved from his abs to his belt. In a single move his belt came undone beneath her hands, and he made no move to stop her. Her body moved on instinct and yet, even as he felt her hands caressing him, he wanted more of her.
He kissed her again, slower this time but no less hungry. His hands slipped under her top, palms flat against her waist, dragging upward. She raised her arms wordlessly, allowing him to strip it away and moved in to kiss him back.
Melanie felt a shiver as her top was discarded but the rush of cool air against her skin was chased instantly by the heat of his mouth on her collarbone.
One of his hands found the back of her thigh and lifted it, anchoring her against him. She didn’t resist. She wrapped her leg around his waist and pressed closer, until there was no space left between them.
Her skin tingled where his fingers grazed her ribs. She tilted her head back, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, refusing to flinch as his gaze met hers again.
His breath was uneven now, shallow. Her nails dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing the weight of him, needing to feel something real.
"Melon... we need to move to the bedroom." He whispered sharply and she shook her head. That table is fine."