I've been talking to you on the cell for about an hour now. You hear a knock at the door and tell me you have to go because room service is here. We say our good-byes and you open the door. The initial look that comes across your face when you see me standing there is shock. It is quickly replaced with that smile I love so much. You pull me to you and kiss me hungrily, shutting the door behind me. Your tongue meets mine as we explore each other's mouths. You catch my lower lip between your teeth and suck gently, pulling slightly. You wrap your arms around my back as I wind mine around your neck, pulling you in deeper for the kiss. Suddenly there is another knock at the door. Groaning slightly, you pull away from me to accept your dinner. You shut the door behind him and put the tray on the dresser.
"It's going to get cold," I say.
"Not a problem," you respond. I feel your eyes rake up and down me as you take in what I am wearing: my white button-down that ends at my knees. You grin again. "Nice." You sit on the edge of the bed and pull me between your legs. I sit on your knees and hug you close to me. I slide my hands down your back to untuck your shirt. Running my hands up your bare back, I pull the shirt up over your head, and then lean in to kiss you. You clasp your fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to you. You break the kiss to run your lips across my cheek to my ear.
"Wow," you whisper. "I can't believe you are here, in my arms." I hug you even tighter. You kiss down my neck and my throat. You slowly unbutton each button on the shirt, pushing it off my shoulders as you go, kissing every inch of skin that you expose. I drag my nails up your back, down your sides, across your stomach. I undo your belt buckle. You lift me to my feet so you can see me.