Looking around Kara couldn’t help but smile; Jen would kill to be where she was right now. Kara shook her head at the thought. Getting her phone from her purse she snapped a couple of pictures and sent them to her friend.
[3:05 pm] *wish you were here? LOL*
She chuckled as she hit send. Glancing around again her eyes landed on Richie. He was sitting with Jon and David and they were talking. Jon looked a little tense, but it was his team out there on the field after all. She supposed he was allowed to be tense. Richie caught her eye and winked at her. She smiled at him and went to get something to drink.
Taking a seat next to Richie she sipped from the bottle of water, trying not to wince as she swallowed. Her throat was killing her. Never should have sung that damn song last night.
When the Soul scored and she cheered along with the rest of the crowd Richie saw her grimace. He left her side, returning with a bottle that he handed to her. “Here Princess, drink this.”
She looked at the bottle and then up at him, “I’m not thirsty Rich, but thank you.”
He sat down next to her, “I saw your face when you were cheering. You’re throat hurts, doesn’t it?”
Watching the action on the field she nodded and sighed, “it does.”
He urged her to take the bottle of iced tea, “it’s got lemon in it. It should help, better than the water at least.”
She relented and took the bottle, “thanks.”
After the game Richie and Kara begged off from going to dinner with everyone; the next day was going to be hectic and then Monday Kara was going home and he was off to Pittsburgh, the next stop on the tour. He wanted tonight just for them.
Closing the door to their room Richie turned to find Kara had slipped off her coat and was standing by the window. Moving up behind her he wrapped his arms around her, “everything okay?” He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling the musky floral scent that he would forever associate with her.
She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, “are you sure you didn’t want to go out with everyone else tonight?”
Turning her to look at him he brushed her hair back over her shoulders, “we spent last night with them and we’ll be with them most of tomorrow. TonightI want just for us, okay?”
She smiled and nodded, “I like the sound of that.” She ran her hands up his arms, resting them on his shoulders “so, any idea of what you want to do?”
He smiled slightly before lowering his mouth to hover just above hers, “I’m sure I can think of something.”
She closed her eyes, “I’m sure you will” she murmured just before his lips claimed hers.
Richie’s hands slid down and cupped her butt, pulling her flush against him as he backed toward the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed he nipped his way from Kara’s mouth to her jaw, “Princess?”
She sighed as he found a sensitive spot near her ear, “yeah?”
He curled his tongue around the lobe of her ear, “I wanna see what you bought for the weekend.”
She pulled back from him, her eyes wide open, “what?”
He smirked, “you were going to give me a fashion show last night, remember?”
She nodded, “I remember, but you want it now?”
He nodded, “absolutely.”
A secret smile slid across her lips as she thought about what she had bought. She pushed him back on the bed, “make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”
When Kara opened the bathroom door she found Richie stretched out on the bed, barefoot with his shirt open and eyes closed. She leaned against the jamb and struck a pose with one hand over her head and one down along the molding. “Rich?” He turned his head toward the sound of her voice and opened his eyes.
He let his gaze peruse her from head to foot. The satin slip he guessed you’d call it was the palest pink and hugged her like a second skin. Her breasts were pushed up to almost spilling over the cups and it stopped just below her ass. His mouth watered, his pants tented. She looked amazing.
Kara watched him look at her. He looked like he wanted to eat her alive. “You like?”
He nodded his head “oh yeah” before motioning for her to turn around. She did a slow spin, the back of the slip dipped slightly and hugged the curve of her butt. When she met Richie’s eyes again the hunger there caused her to swallow hard. He started to move but she stopped him, “I’ve got one more.” She disappeared into the bathroom once again.
He kept his eyes trained on the door, willing it to open. He couldn’t imagine what else she might have found. He didn’t have to wait long to find out. The door opened again and he nearly bolted off the bed. The midnight blue baby-doll top had a single tie holding it together between her breasts and left nearly all of her smooth abs bared and he could see her navel ring winking at him.
“Rich?” He hadn’t spoken a word since she opened the door.
He came off the bed and ran his finger down between her breasts and toyed with the tie. “You’d better take this off Princess; I don’t want to ruin it.”