Somehow he manages to grab her hand, tug her through the darkened flat to her bedroom, get the door shut behind them--and then, because the thought strikes him, he dives for the lamp on her bedside table. He wants enough light to be able to see her face while they're having sex.
While he's got his arms free, he drops his overnight bag at the side of the bed, shrugs out of his coat and suit jacket just as carelessly as he did on Saturday morning and kicks off his shoes as quickly as he possibly can. And as soon as he's done, he turns back to her, blue-green gaze intense and hungry.
"Turn around," he nearly whispers, indicating the zipper at the back of her dress.
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Somehow he manages to grab her hand, tug her through the darkened flat to her bedroom, get the door shut behind them--and then, because the thought strikes him, he dives for the lamp on her bedside table. He wants enough light to be able to see her face while they're having sex.
While he's got his arms free, he drops his overnight bag at the side of the bed, shrugs out of his coat and suit jacket just as carelessly as he did on Saturday morning and kicks off his shoes as quickly as he possibly can. And as soon as he's done, he turns back to her, blue-green gaze intense and hungry.
"Turn around," he nearly whispers, indicating the zipper at the back of her dress.