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.
