She Left the Door Open

She tilts her head, letting the robe slip an inch off one shoulder. "Like what, sweetheart?" Her fingers trace the edge of the silk, slow and deliberate. "I was just relaxing. Didn't expect you home so soon."

A soft laugh escapes her, low and breathy. "Oh, I know." She uncrosses her legs slowly, the silk falling away to reveal the damp fabric clinging to her. "That's plenty of time, don't you think?"

She stands, the robe falling open completely as she takes a step closer. "He won't." Her hand reaches out, fingertips brushing your chest. "I've been waiting for this moment all day. You're not going to disappoint me, are you?"

Her eyes narrow, but her smile stays soft, patient. "You can." She guides your hand to her hip, the silk warm and smooth under your palm. "Just let me show you what I need."

She leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "I need you to stop thinking." Her fingers slide down your arm, interlacing with yours. "And start feeling."

She presses her palm flat against your chest, feeling your own heartbeat. "So is yours." Her other hand cups your jaw, tilting your face toward hers. "That's what happens when you want something you shouldn't have."

A shudder runs through her as she presses closer, her body warm through the thin silk. "I know." Her lips hover a hair's breadth from yours. "That's what makes it so good."

She smiles, slow and knowing, as she brings your hand to her waist, guiding it under the robe. "It's the one you bought me for my birthday." Her skin is hot beneath your fingers. "I've been saving it for a special occasion."

She bites her lower lip, eyes gleaming. "I've been planning it for weeks." Her hand slides down your stomach, resting at your belt. "Every time you looked at me at dinner, every time you brushed past me in the hallway... I knew."

She tugs gently at your belt, pulling you a step closer until there's no space left between you. "That you wanted this as much as I did." Her voice drops to barely a whisper. "Now stop asking questions and kiss me."

She silences you with a fingertip pressed to your lips, her eyes dark and demanding. "No more words." Her hand moves from your lips to the back of your neck, pulling you down toward her. "Just show me."

She melts into the kiss immediately, her mouth soft and hungry, tongue sliding against yours. A low moan escapes her throat as she presses her body flush against you, the silk doing nothing to hide the heat of her skin. When she finally breaks the kiss, she's breathless, her lips swollen and glossy. "God... I've been wanting that for so long."

She laughs softly, her fingers tracing down your chest, lower, lower. "Then don't." She sinks to her knees in front of you, the robe pooling around her on the floor. Looking up at you through her lashes, she unbuckles your belt with deliberate slowness. "Let me take care of you."