Chapter 162

Meadow’s POV

In one fluid movement, Alaric raised me onto the counter, merging his lips with mine again as his fingers trailed higher and higher up my thigh. 

Something fluttered in my stomach when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, claiming mine with utmost care and demanding all at once.

I moaned into his mouth, trailing my hands up his shirt and enjoying the way he shivered. And with a start, I realized that he could actually feel me while his shirt was on.

“Alaric…” I whispered, but then trailed off because I decided not to bring it up.

I didn’t want anything to ruin the moment. I just wanted him to keep doing what he was doing.

“You have no idea how much I hate this dress,” he growled.

I let out a nervous laugh. “What do you mean? Isn’t it pretty?”

Alaric pulled back, dragging his hooded gaze over my dress even as his jaw clenched.

“It’s fucking sexy, baby. But that’s the problem.”

My brows furr