Alyssa tosses the flowers onto the vanity and presses me against the door. Her body is so soft against mine, and I'm desperate to slide her robe off her shoulders, to touch her until she purrs.
But not yet.
In
stead, I slide my arms around her, pulling her close. I feel her hands on my waist, her head against my chest as her body melts into mine. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you," she says.
"No idea?" I ask.
She nods, hugging me tighter. "I better wash my makeup off or I'm going to ruin your suit." She pulls back, wiping a tear from under her eye. "You look hot as hell in that."
"I look hotter in nothing," I say. She blushes, pulling her robe around her shoulders. "If you're lucky, you might see that tonight."
"If I'm lucky?"
I nod. "I'm not easy, you know."
"I know." She grins and takes a seat at the vanity. "How was your flight?"
"I worked the whole time. So now I can devote one hundred percent of my attention to you."
She fiddles with her makeup remover, pouring it onto a cotton ball. "This is so disgusting. You shouldn't watch."
"You were amazing," I say.
"I won't object."
She washes off her makeup, then slips out of her wardrobe. She makes a point of lingering in her bra and panties before she pulls on a low-cut cotton dress. Damn. Maybe she did know I was coming.
I move closer to her, wrapping my arms around her as I kiss her neck. Mhmm. She smells so good. Like my Alyssa. "I'm going to take you out to dinner," I say.
"It's ten thirty."
"Have you eaten?"
She shakes her head. "Let's not get into that."
"We don't have to discuss it in detail," I say. "But I would like to feed you before I use up every last ounce of your energy."
Her jaw drops and she stammers. "We'll see." She offers her hand and I take it. We make our way out of the theater, through the back entrance where no one will spot her.
We eat at a nearby restaurant, a deli known only for being open late. Alyssa orders a salad and a cup of soup and she eats all of it without comment or protest. She doesn't even make a fuss about me watching her.
"Tell me everything about the play," I say, and she does. She talks about every little thing until our last scraps of food are cold. She's so animated, I soak in every single one of her words. I've never seen her so excited. At least, not while she was clothed.
***
After dinner we can't get to the apartment fast enough. Our cab feels like it's crawling at a snail's pace. Alyssa is sleepy but it doesn't stop her from slipping her hands under my suit jacket and dragging her lips against my neck.
When we're finally in the apartment, Alyssa slides my jacket off my shoulders and gets to work on my buttons. She presses her lips into mine, a soft but hungry kiss. She moans. "I missed you so much."
I press my hands into her back, pulling her closer. She kisses me harder, deeper, her body melting around mine. "Let me... get into something more comfortable," she says with a giggle. "You could do the same."
"Comfortable how?" I smirk. It's fun to pull this out of her, to get her to admit how much she wants me.
"You know how," she says. She moves to the bedroom. "Give me five minutes." She bites her lip and shuts the door behind her.
Five minutes until a few scraps of silk are wrapped around her body like a bow around a present. Until I peel that bra and loose panties off her and run my hands over every inch of her body.