Chapter 141 - one hundred and forty one
Chapter one hundred and forty one
Alicia’s POV
Malachi’s lips met mine in the dim light of the office, and everything else faded away. The kiss was soft at first, like he was testing the waters, but then it deepened, his tongue brushing against mine in a way that sent sparks through my body. My butt was pressed against the edge of the wooden table, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat building between us. We were alone in here, but the building wasn’t empty. Voices murmured from the hallway, footsteps echoing now and then. We had to be careful, quiet. But God, it was hard to think straight with him so close.
His hands rested on my hips, gentle, like he was afraid I might break. I’m soft, curvy in all the places that make me self-conscious sometimes, but with Malachi, it felt different. He pulled back just a little, his breath warm on my cheek. "You okay?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Does this hurt? The table, I mean."
I shook my head, my heart pounding. "No, it’s fine." But really, the pressure against my butt was nothing compared to the electric buzz where his fingers touched my skin through my blouse.
He smiled, that slow, teasing grin that always made my stomach flip. His thumbs traced circles on my sides, light as feathers, sending tingles up my spine. "Good. Tell me if I should stop, Alicia. Anytime." His eyes locked on mine, dark and intense, like he meant every word. But then he leaned in again, kissing my neck, soft pecks that made my skin prickle.
I tilted my head back, giving him more access. His lips were so gentle, barely grazing at first, then sucking lightly on my pulse point. It felt like tiny shocks, each one building on the last. My hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer. "Don’t stop," I breathed, trying to keep my voice down.
He chuckled against my skin, the vibration humming through me. "Oh, I won’t. But I might make you beg for more." His hands slid up my back, under my blouse, fingers splaying across my bare skin. So soft, like he was memorizing every curve. He found the clasp of my bra and paused, his mouth hovering over my ear. "This okay? Can I?"
"Yes," I whispered, my body already aching for him. He unhooked it with ease, but instead of rushing, he let his hands wander back down, teasing the hem of my skirt. His fingers brushed the tops of my thighs, just under the fabric, light touches that made me squirm. Electric, like static electricity jumping from him to me.
"You’re so soft here," he murmured, his voice dirty and low. "Like silk. Makes me want to touch you everywhere." He inched higher, fingers grazing my inner thighs, so close but not quite there. I pressed my legs together, trying to ease the throb building between them, but he nudged them apart gently with his knee. "Uh-uh. Let me tease you a bit. You like that, don’t you?"