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."
