Come Fly With Me (54 page)

"What?
How
can
that
be?"
A
tinge
of
panic
crept
into
her
voice.

"This
place
isn't
fully-operational
yet,
you
heard
Becca."
He
walked
over
to
the
window
where
she
had
stood
a
few
moments
earlier.
"I'm
glad
to
be
inside;
it's
really
coming
down
out
there."

"Alex..."

"Don't
worry,
my
sweet.
That
bed
is
large
enough;
I'll
stay
on
my
side."

"You're
sleeping
on
the
bed?"
Allison
raised
her
eyebrows.

"Allison,
I'm
not
as
chivalrous
as
to
lie
on
a
hard
floor
while
you
and
the
only
blanket
in
the
room
lay
softly
ensconced
in
that
delicious-looking
bed.
I
won't
make
a
move,
you
have
my
word.
Unless
you
want
me
to
of
course..."

"I
don't.
Just
keep
your
pants
on."

"My
pants
are
wet—they're
coming
off.
Deal
with
it."

Allison
walked
into
the
bathroom
and
turned
on
the
shower.
She
was
determined
not
to
let
him
push
her
buttons.
She
felt
calmer
and
more
in
control
when
she
came
out
a
few
minutes
later.
She
was
wrapped
in
the
fluffy,
white
terry
robe
that
Becca
had
so
kindly
remembered
to
hang
on
the
bathroom
hook.
Alex
was
sitting
on
the
bed
frowning
at
his
BlackBerry.
He
looked
up
when
he
heard
her
pad
barefooted
into
the
room.

"Plan
on
sleeping
wrapped
up
like
a
mummy
all
night?"
he
asked.

"No,"
she
said
as
she
dropped
the
robe,
grateful
that
she
was
wearing
a
matching
bra
and
panties
set—in
red.

His
mouth
fell
open
then
he
clenched
his
jaw.
"I'll
be
taking
my
shower,
now,"
he
said
as
he
bolted
toward
the
bathroom.

"Maybe
you
should
have
stayed
in
your
closet,"
she
called
after
him.

He
paused
with
his
back
to
her
and
turned
around
slowly,
a
gleam
in
his
eye,
"You
will
regret
that
you
said
that."

"Yeah,
right,"
Allison
said
under
her
breath
as
she
smugly
turned
out
all
the
lights,
only
leaving
on
one
small
bedside
lamp
on
her
side
of
the
bed.
Alex
came
out
a
few
minutes
later
with
the
towel
riding
low
on
his
waist.

"I
hope
you
have
something
on
underneath
that
towel,"
she
said
as
she
put
down
the
magazine
she
was
reading.

He
dropped
the
towel
where
he
stood
and
walked
over
to
his
side
of
the
bed.
"Tighty-whities,
I'd
never
have
thought,"
Allison
murmured.

He
reached
over
across
her
as
he
turned
out
the
lamp
and
leaned
down
into
her
soft,
warm
body.
"I'm
full
of
surprises,
Allison
Ross;
give
a
holler
if
you're
interested
in
any
of
them."
He
turned
his
back
to
her
and
was
snoring
within
a
matter
of
minutes.

****

The
next
morning
the
sun
came
streaming
into
the
room.
Allison
was
in
a
deep
stupor
as
she
made
a
mental
note
to
tell
Becca
that
her
guests
might
enjoy
the
option
of
room-darkening
curtains.
She
tentatively
opened
her
eyes.
She
couldn't
remember
the
last
time
she
had
slept
so
deeply.
Alex
was
propped
up
on
his
elbow,
looking
down
at
her.
She
closed
her
eyes
again.

"Good
morning
to
you,
too,"
he
whispered
in
her
ear.
His
hand
slid
down
her
smooth
stomach
and
slipped
into
her
panties.

"Alex,
what
are
you
doing?!"

"You'll
figure
it
out
in
a
second."

"Alex!"

"Shh..."
he
whispered
in
her
ear.
"Relax...just
ride
the
wave."

Allison's
limbs
were
so
heavy,
she
couldn't
move
if
she
tried.
The
soft-downy
mattress
combined
with
Alex's
masterful
stroking
and
silky
voice
had
her
in
some
sort
of
trance.
Her
mind
fought
her
body
to
get
up—and
lost.
She
just
lay
there,
enjoying
all
the
sensations
that
washed
over
her.
She
was
aware
on
some
level
of
Alex
as
he
spoke
soothingly
in
her
ear...What
was
he
doing
with
his
hand?
It
was
unspeakably
delicious.
She
felt
like
she
could
lay
there
forever.
His
fingers
increased
their
intensity,
and
she
was
taken
by
surprise
as
she
gasped
in
sudden
release.
Her
eyes
flew
open.

Alex
looked
down
at
her
and
then
patted
her
head,
"At
least
now,
you'll
be
easier
to
deal
with."