Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 88: Olives

She opened her eyes and the raw heat and desire in his eyes made her stiffen. She knew that her eyes were probably the same, hungry for him. Breathing normally felt like a challenge and she she panted, she watched as his eyes shifted lower, taking in their ambiguous position and the way she held onto him to support herself.

He leaned in close again, wanting to kiss her and more.

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Ding Dong

Just as Adam would have pushed her down onto the couch and continued to 'devour' her the way he wanted to, the doorbell rang. He cursed under his breath, his head falling back against the cushion as he exhaled heavily. His breathing was still ragged, his chest rising and falling with the effort to calm himself down.

"Couldn't you have tipped the delivery guy to come a little later?" Adam grumbled as he reluctantly peeled himself off the couch. His muscles were still tense and aching, and he ran a hand through his hair in frustration as he moved toward the door.

From behind him, Melanie's voice floated through the air. "Five minutes later? You'd have gotten blue balls then."

Adam froze mid-step. For a second, he thought he'd misheard her. But when he turned, there she was—sitting on the couch, her gaze lowered as if she hadn't just said something that had his blood heating up all over again. True... five minutes later and he would have been on top of her.

But he could not believe that she was the one who had made the comment. Despite himseld, his lips twitched and he asked, "What was that?"

"Nothing." Her fingers brushed through her hair as she tried to act casual, but her pink cheeks gave her away as he refused to meet his gaze.

Adam chuckled, "Right... nothing."

But then he was sure that she muttered something about him having rubbed off on her. He bit back the thought about rubbing that he had and went to open the door.

His body still ached, painfully aware of how close he'd been to having her exactly where he wanted. They had been tangled together for nearly twenty minutes—kissing, touching, pushing each other further until stopping had felt impossible. Now, with the memory still fresh, he felt a dull throb reminding him just how unfinished things were.

Taking a deep breath, Adam 'adjusted his pants' and moved to the door. There was no point in traumatizing the poor delivery guy by opening the door looking like he was one breath away from dragging someone under him. "Behave yourself" He reminded himself as he opened the door.

Once there, he snatched the pizza box from the delivery guy, shoved a bill in his hand, and shut the door before the guy could say anything and returned to the living room. "Here," he tossed the box onto the table, watching as Melanie hurriedly opened the box.

As she did, he stared at her... The view from here was... way too good. Her shirt gaped open, and he felt like some lecherous creep admiring the way her curves peeked through them, specially from this vantage point. He felt his pants tighten again and rolled his eyes. He needed to drag his brain from where it wanted to settle -between that pink-encased valley...

He was finally distracted from his pervy thoughts when Melanie questioned him," Why did you do that?"

"Do what? Tip the delivery guy? You wanted me to fleece the poor guy?", he asked, no tunderstanding her question.

Melanie gave him a side eye as he sat down next to her and passed him a slice while taking one for herself and clarified," I meant why did you kiss me?"

Adam looked at her as if she was a bit brainless and rolled his eyes," Because I wanted to kiss you. Among other things."

Melanie stared at him. Not believing him. If he'd said that he did that because he wanted to throw her off balance and that is why he had done that, she would have believed him. But she didn't think he would find her attractive.

"You don't believe me," Adam stated flatly. He seemed to read her mind!

Melanie hummed noncommittally, focusing on her pizza instead of him. She still felt hot all over at what they had been doing...

Then an olive slid off her slice, tumbling down and landing right at the edge of her shirt's neckline. Before she could react, it shifted lower, rolling dangerously close to disappearing beneath her shirt. She realized then that her shirt was unbuttoned and...

While she was still in shock, Adam had already moved. He leaned forward, his fingers curled around her waist, holding her in place as he dipped his head. His tongue darted out, tracing her skin as he caught the olive just before it vanished.

Melanie froze, her breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a curse. Did he just—

She could still feel the rasp of his tongue and the slight wetness on her skin so it had to be true. "Did you just?" Unable to find any words, she pointed at him and then at herself.

"Saved your shirt," Adam said with a shrug as he chewed the olive like he'd done her a favor.

Melanie gawked at him, "You absolute perv."

Adam just grinned unrepentantly, "What can I say? I believe in hands-on problem-solving."

Melanie blushed and looked away, grabbing a tissue paper to hold under the pizza to prevent any more accidents happening that would requiere him to save her clothing. She wanted to wipe herself as well, but felt that would be giving it too much importance. But not wiping it off felt like she had been allowed to be branded by him.

While she was still thinking things through, Adam asked her, "What's got you in such a good mood today?"

"Oh!" Melanie's face brightened. "I finally secured the loan to solve all the problems that LuxeArt was facing. Everything's settled. Signed, sealed, delivered."

"That's great." Adam's smile was genuine this time. "Congratulations."