It was like she could taste him, smell him, as if he was really there. She was just going to enjoy this while it lasted. She knew that when she awoke, the only thing they would have done was hold the other while they slept. He never did the things she wanted him to do so badly. The things she wanted him to do to her.
She backed up against a wall, pulling at his tie and taking him with her, tugging at the lapels of his suit jacket, removing it and tossing it aside, her hands moved the buttons of his shirt until he was bare chested. The shirt was still on him, opened, and the tie was loose. She loved this messy look on him, but she wanted more.