“You're just one of the lucky few, I guess.” I push Robbie against the wall with my body. “And do you know how I decided I wanted to be with you?”
“Spin the bottle?” she asks as I press my mouth to her throat and she squirms under my touch.
“Because when I thought about losing you, I was afraid. Terrified, even.” I lift my head and look her straight in the face. “To be afraid, you have to have something worth keeping. You're worth keeping, Robbie.” She smiles at me and mumbles something about how maybe I am really a romantic at heart, but I cut her off with another kiss. This one isn't a fairytale press of lips like the ones outside. This is a full-blown, drop the panties, and treat the burns, Lucas Carter fucking kiss.
I nibble Robbie's lower lip and work my way down, running my tongue over her clavicle bone and pausing at the rise of cleavage that peaks above her red dress. When she tries to speak, I shush her with a finger to the lips, pulling back long enough to throw off my coat and shirt. I leave my tie in place and smile when she wraps her fingers around it and pulls me close.
We kiss again, and I let my fingers find her newly shortened hair, teasing the ends as I brush my fingertips down Robbie's neck and find the zipper of her dress.
“You're smooth, Lucas Carter,” she tells me with a sharp intake of breath. I push the sleeves over her shoulders and the dress ends up in a pool of red on the floor. “Almost too smooth.” Robbie grabs onto my arms suddenly, just as I'm taken aback by the lingerie underneath her outfit. A black teddy and thigh highs? My goodness. Her cheeks flame as she looks up at me and bats those perfect eyelashes. The worst part is, I don't even know that she's aware that she's doing it. “How do I look?” she asks, swallowing hard. “Audra and I … we've become sort of … friends.” Robbie looks away and bites at her lip again. “She picked it out.”
This time, when I laugh, the sound echoes throughout the entire house. As it should. As I hope it always will.
“It looks,” I tell her as I sweep Robbie into my arms for another kiss. My cock is straining against my pants and driving me crazy. There are a lot of things we should probably talk about – like my upcoming career change – but they'll have to wait. Right now, I'm going to ravage this girl on my new chocolate colored Italian silk couch. “Ridiculously filthy. Just the way I like it.” I kiss Robbie's forehead and then swing her back into my arms for our short trip to the living room. I put her down on the cushions and crawl between her perfect thighs, leaning in close to her to whisper, “just the way I like you.”