She didn't push him away. She didn't slap him. She didn't stop him. And so Robert didn't stop himself. One hand slid down from her hair, fingertips brushing down her neck and over the outer curve of her breast through that white shirt until he was tugging the hem up so he could feel the soft, smooth skin of her waist against his hand.
Robert hummed in pleasure as her lips left his to travel over his neck. And when she pulled back and gave him that look, he shook his head slightly. "Alice makes the rules this morning," he whispered to her huskily, giving her permission and reassuring her all at once. His hands went to her hips, gripping them as he flipped their positions so her back was against the door. His hands slid lower before traveling back up, bringing the hem of her skirt up with them until he reached the lower curve of her arse. And then he lifted her up, urging her to wrap her legs around him, wanting more.