Page 58 of Come to Me
"Every last ounce, huh? We'll see." She offers her hand and I take it.
"Now you're just baiting me."
She laughs, tugging me along.
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 order.
She does. She talks about every little thing until our last scraps of food are cold. She's so animated, so passionate, I can't stop staring at her as I soak in every word. I've never seen her so excited.
Not while she was clothed.
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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 that doesn't stop her from slipping her hands under my suit jacket and dragging her lips against my neck.
Fuck.
I want her so fucking bad.
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 against mine. "Let me... get into something more comfortable," she murmurs. "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 returns. She moves to the bedroom. "Give me five minutes." She bites her lip, eyes on mine as she 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 panties off her and run my hands over every inch of her body.
These are going to be the hardest five minutes of my life.
I strip to my boxers. Alyssa is in her bedroom, nearly naked, desperate for my hands on her body.
I wait for her to say "come in," to taunt me the way I always taunt her, but there's nothing. Finally, I can't take it anymore.
I open the bedroom door.
And Alyssa is lying there, in that unbelievably sexy silk lingerie, fast asleep.
I take a moment to enjoy the stellar view.
My little seductress is completely exhausted.
Moving quietly, I pull the covers over her and get in bed, wrapping my arms around her and tucking her in close.
I'll have plenty of time to torture her tomorrow.
Chapter Thirteen
Alyssa
The smell of coffee wafts into the bedroom.
