Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law
Chapter 161: Tease

Chapter 161: Tease

"You do realise we could’ve been buried naked under everything right?" Melanie asked him as he lay on the couch, just in a pair of shorts, thoroughly amused about what had happened a little while ago...

Still grinning, he answered, " I do know that but just imagine...what if the earthquake had been a little early? I mean... we could have been buried while in the act... that is one way to remain immortal forever...Really—how can you not find that funny? It’s like I challenged mother nature herself... and goaded the fates into disturbing us."

Melanie laughed at that, and okay, fine—it was kind of hilarious when you put it that way. However, the laughter quickly died when she was yanked into his lap like she weighed nothing.

"Hey—will you stop manhandling—mmmf!"

A slice of apple silenced her mid-complaint as it was shoved unceremoniously into her mouth before she could fully protest. His lips followed right after, pressing a deliberately smug kiss to the back of her neck as he pulled her so that she was sitting with her back against his chest." I won’t stop," he muttered against her skin, clearly way too pleased with himself. "I like manhandling you."

She tried to twist out of his grip, but he just tightened it and raised a brow in challenge before continuing, "Actually, there is a way to make me stop... I like touching you or being touched by you. So, you can start manhandling me. Then I won’t have the urge to always find reasons to touch you." He then let go of her waist and leaned back agains the couch, arms spread out, inviting her to ’manhandle’ him.

Melanie, still chewing on the apple slice, narrowed her eyes and stood up, turned around and straddled him, her knees falling on either side of him as she sat down on his lap. She watched as his eyes darkened with desire and becme hooded and gave him a thin smile.

Gosh... just that look from him, the way he stared at her with hooded eyes, made her feel all jittery. But, she needed to keep her focus...and retaliate.

So, she placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly traced her fingers down his arms, before leaning forward, and whispering," And what happens if I handle you? Hmm? Should I make you groan by giving you little love bites?" She followed the words with the action, and indeed he groaned as her teeth tugged at the flesh of his neck." Or should I make you moan and beg."

Her nails dug into his back and as if on automation, his hips jerked up, making her bounce on his lap as he tried to get closer. His hands came to her hips, holding her there and she caught his wrists, stopping him from grinding into her," Uh huh... Nope. You cannot do that since I am the one doing the touching..."

His throat moved as he swallowed hard, his grip twitching at her hips like he was barely holding back and slowly, he let go of her, the expression on his face promising her that he would soon have his turn.

"Oh, you like me to beg, don’t you? Why don’t I do the same for you?" she teased and brushed her lips along the edge of his jaw—still not kissing, still maddeningly restrained.

He let out a strangled sound that might’ve been a curse, or a prayer, or both as his hands moved to hold her again.

Her smile turned wicked as she pressed her body against his, slow and full-contact, just enough friction to make him tense beneath her. And then—then—she pulled back.

Completely. She stood up and moved away from him. Just like that.

"Ahh. I am hungry..."

He blinked and blinked again as she walked away, still unable to believe that he had been abandoned like that...

"Wait, what?" Adam sat up straight, his voice hoarse with disbelief as his arms fell to his sides, like she’d short-circuited every part of his brain. "Melon...", he almost croaked her name and Melanie had to suppress her giggle as she composed her face, turned around and sent him an enticing and challenging look.

"What?" she asked, all mock-innocence. "You looked like you needed a moment to recover."

Adam’s mouth parted in outrage. "Recover? You can’t just—" He gestured helplessly toward the space she’d occupied a second ago. "You lit a forest fire and walked off to make a sandwich!"

Melanie giggled at that and pointed out," What forest? There is a single bamboo there...But sandwich does sound good."

For the first time ever, Adams mouth fell open and he was speechless... Here he was all worked up and she was thinking of making a sandwich...

While he was lost in his outraged thoughts, Melanie walked back towards him slowly and leaned over him, her hand on the back of the couch and leaned forward, to whisper in his ear," But if you’re really that desperate... I suppose I could help... but you will not move your hands..."

Melanie felt a thrill when he followed her instructions and his hands, still in mid air, ready to grab her, fell back to his side. She patted his cheek," Good boy." She didn’t know what gave her the courage to do what she was doing or what she wanted to do next... but she knew that if she chickened out now... He’d made her come again and again, with his hands and his mouth... She did not... want to be left out from tasting him.

She reached for his shoulders and gave him a gentle push and he fell back, not resisting. And then, she lowered herself, to her knees between his legs, her palms gliding up his thighs, teasing the edge of his shorts with the lightest touch. She watched as his eyes widened and he sucked in a breath... "If you’re going to tease me, Melon... you better stop here..."

She raised an eyebrow and moved her hands upwards... ready to ’handle’ him, until he groaned her name repeatedly.