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 ...