บท 249: One More

In the Rolls Royce,

Alvin's lips were soft yet firm over hers. Her mischief eyes fluttered close, slowly to the addicting lips. His kiss came just as intense as he kissed her in the elevator, sending a wave of heat down her body.

Her legs involuntarily tried to shut but straddling him, her body was honestly telling him how much she was affected by him, his knee-weakening kiss, his muscly arms around her waist, his warmth melting her in his arms faster than the butter on a heated pan. 

His fingers entangled with her silky hair, tilting her head, molding their lips perfectly as if they were made just for each other. 

Her chest swelling with no air, pressing on his rock-hard chest, her fingers grazing down his neck, left him a sweet agony, craving for more than a kiss. He was only finding it harder to control himself.