Alyssa had been surprised that Karl had yielded under her assault so easily -- but then she wasn't really kissing him was she? So she let her lips take greedily as she faked further intimacy by wrapping a leg around his waist.
His hands were calloused. She'd never really noticed before. They were everywhere. Skimming along her tender skin under her jacket, making good use of the slits on her thighs, moving up to caress her, bring her closer -- and everything tingled and throbbed and burned when he touched her and God she really needed to get laid because this was ridiculous, it was just for the cover and Grace Kim wouldn't be satisfied being felt up, so she tightened her leg around his waist and slid one hand down to find its way under his T-shirt to meet warm skin.
When he moved to kiss under her jaw, her head tilted back against the wall and her eyes rolled back... and to the side so that she could watch Ramerez shake his head and go back inside.
She took great pride in the fact that she did not gasp, and if she was breathing a little hard -- what of it? "We should have about five minutes. Unless he sends someone else after us and they want a show."
Alyssa didn't remove her leg from around his waist, but she brought her hand out and rested lightly on his side. Leaning her head so that back of her head rested against the wall, Alyssa closed her eyes. What now? Did this mean that Karl had to be taken in on the op? She needed to spin a cover story that would work. She had to calm down, she had to think, but all she really wanted to do was keep on kissing him and let him touch her, skin to skin, all over.