119 Running rabbit

Ravina didn't know what was happening to her. This was more than normal intoxication. She was swimming in heaven. In silk, coffee, and heat. She rubbed herself against the silky robe, felt the feathery touch of soft hair on her arm around his shoulders and his hot skin touched her bare waist. 

He was putting her down. "No..." she breathed, clutching onto him, her fingers digging into his strong shoulder. 

Malachi stopped and sat with her on his lap instead. Yes, she could sleep like this. He could be an entire bed although nothing about his body was soft. Her hand wandered over the silky robe, feeling his solid shoulder and the strength in his arm. 

"I am... touching you..." she said as if warning him. 

"I know," his voice was low and she could feel his hot breath in her hair.