Alicia felt her throat run dry as she became more conscious of the fiery hand holding her completely naked lower body. How did they manage to get into this kind of situation again? Her eyes were still wide as she kept her gaze on him, her own body frozen stiff, expecting his eyes to open.
They did not. And he looked like he was still genuinely asleep. Was this despicable man fake-sleeping again? Was he trymg to cheat her again?
Her flushed face was currently turning even redder in anger when he suddenly made a sound. It sounded like a moan to her, and she felt as though it travelled straight down to her toes.
She felt him move his cursed hand, trailing a burning path upwards under her shirt, causing her to stifle a gasp. She should be yelling at him now, hitting his handsome face even to forcefully awaken him from his fake-sleep.
But goddess help her because her body refused to move. It still stayed in that frozen state, not quite knowing what she should do now. Her mouth did not open to yell at him, and her hand stayed still like they were now rendered useless. And she knew why. She could no longer even deny it to herself anymore.
Her body liked his strong muscular arms, his fiery touch on her naked skin. It was happening again. This furore of need and lust had been smouldering on the back burner, was now ignited again into a burning inferno, just like that.
His hand caressed her back, his slightly rough finger pads sliding across her smooth pale skin while the other hand began to trail languidly towards her side. The fiery trail of fingertips made her heart thud even harder, faster, as they moved upwards, searching for her breast.
When his hand finally reached it, Alicia found herself biting down sharply on her lip to keep herself from shouting out her pleasure. She kept her now dazed eyes locked on his face. The blasted man was still having his eyes closed.
He still looked like he was dreaming as he continued touching her, his hands having their own adventure on her body. Was he really dreaming right now? He truly looked like he was. But Ezekiel? Dreaming about touching someone? The thought alone was so unlikely that Alicia almost scoffed out loud.
That seemed to be harder to believe than him just faking sleep right now.
He gently massaged her breast and her body burned, sending violent thrills crashing into her all the way to her toes. Then she felt his arousal thickening, hardening against her. It did not help one whit that he was wearing trousers. The feel of his length, hot and throbbing was enough to send all rational thoughts scattering out of her mind and into oblivion.
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His name was about to be torn from her lips, but he beat her to it as her name instead, fell from his lips first.
"Alicia..." he uttered lowly, and she was shocked at the raw desire and longing she heard in his voice.
Then his eyes flew open. She stilled. Both of them stilled.
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