Chapter 8
Dinner was unbelievably good. It was made that much better by the fact that Alicia and Bobby were together again. But if dinner was good, dessert was even better. After dinner, Alicia led Bobby to his bedroom with the promise that she would help him with the dishes…tomorrow.
Bobby slowly undressed Alicia by the soft light of the bedside lamp. He gasped when he saw the black lace teddy and silk stockings she wore under her turtleneck and pants. He let his hands run up and down her body, reveling in her smooth curves and strong legs – dancer's legs, he called them. He smiled when she announced that it was now her turn to explore.
Alicia slowly unbuttoned Bobby's shirt, planting a kiss on each section of skin she exposed. She finally pulled the shirt free from his body. She ran her hands along his chest and arms and leaned in to circle his nipples with her tongue. He gasped and gripped the back of her head, pulling her back enough so that he could kiss her. As he ravaged her mouth, she slipped her hands between them and undid his pants. She pulled her mouth away from his as she simultaneously pushed him back a few paces. She went down on her knees before him and quickly jerked down his pants and his briefs. His erection stood at attention and Alicia looked up at him from under her eyelashes as she took him in her mouth. It was all Bobby could do to keep from crying out as she brought him to the edge of heaven. She released him, stood up and lay back on the bed, pulling Bobby down on top of her. He quickly shucked off his pants, underwear and socks, and fully covered Alicia's body with his.
They kissed, long, deep and passionate kisses they both felt down to their souls. Bobby then slowly peeled the black lace teddy from Alicia's body, kissing every inch of skin he exposed. When he reached the delta between her legs, he gently kissed it and Alicia bucked wildly. He entered her with his tongue, and Alicia felt as though she were losing touch with reality. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he pulled away then rose up on his knees. He straddled her then hesitated momentarily as he looked over to the nightstand. Alicia followed his gaze then shook her head.
"You don't need it, honey. I trust you. Besides, I went back on the pill three weeks ago."
Bobby smiled down at her. She was always one step ahead of him. He took hold of her legs and positioned her. She looked up at him pleadingly. "Come on, Bobby. I don't think either of us can wait much longer," she said softly as she stroked his thighs.
"I know," he replied as he began to enter her. She felt wonderful. To Bobby, it was almost like standing at the gates of heaven.
Alicia sighed as he settled his weight on her. They were still a perfect fit. She reveled in his heaviness. They began to move in unison, in perfect rhythm, as though they'd never been apart. Bobby was a skillful and generous lover, always giving as much to Alicia as he took from her. She wrapped herself around him. This night had been a long time in coming.
Bobby began to move faster; Alicia keep pace with him stroke for stroke. As she reached a mind-blowing climax, she cried out his name. "Oh, God, Bobby, I love you, I love you!"
"Alicia, Alicia, I love you," he choked out as he followed her over the edge. "You're all I've ever wanted…"
Alicia was startled awake by a tinny, insistent sound. It took her a moment to orient herself. She wasn't in her old bedroom at the Flaherty home. She felt the long, solid length of Bobby Goren next to her and she smiled. Alicia knew where she was; she was home.
"You wanna get that, babe, or should I?" came his sleepy voice in the darkness.
"I think it's your phone. Do you mind if I answer it?"
"Not at all."
She reached over to the night table and grabbed the cell phone. "Hello?"
"Um, Alicia?"
"Yes?"
"It's Alex."
"Oh, hey, Alex." Alicia peered at the clock on the night table. "Jesus, Alex, it's 2:30 in the morning! Is something wrong?"
"Yeah. There's been another murder."
"Oh, God, no!"
Upon hearing Alicia mention Alex's name, Bobby sat up in bed. Now he reached over and took the cell phone out of her suddenly numb fingers. "Alex, what's happened?"
"There's been another murder, Bobby. In Central Park, near the Ramble."
"We're on our way." He ended the call and looked at Alicia. She had drawn her legs up and had wrapped her arms around them. She looked shell-shocked. "Babe, are you okay?"
She felt a sudden anger well up inside her. "That son of a bitch. That son of a bitch!" She began to tremble violently.
Bobby pulled Alicia toward him and wrapped his arms around her. He held her until the trembling subsided.
"Are you up to this, Ali?" he asked. Her reaction to the news concerned him.
Alicia held on to Bobby as tightly as she could. Having his arms around her made her feel immeasurably better. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm okay now, Bobby. It was just a bit of a shock. I'm fine, I promise you."
Bobby gently kissed her on the temple then rubbed his cheek against her hair. "We've got to go, babe."
They got out of bed and began dressing. Alicia stopped suddenly and looked over at Bobby.
"Where's your car parked?" she asked.
"I don't have one. Alex picks me up and drops me off. I thought you had one."
"Da garaged it. Matthews picked me up yesterday and the bodyguards drove me home, then here. They're supposed to pick us up this morning at 7:30."
"This is good. We get to show up at a crime scene in a yellow cab."
Alicia made a face at Bobby then reached for his cell phone, which he'd left on the bed. "God help me," she whispered under her breath as she dialed a number. Bobby watched her as she waited for the phone on the other end to be picked up.
"Da? It's Alicia. I'm sorry to wake you, but I need a favor…"
Fifteen minutes later, Alicia and Bobby were riding uptown in the backseat of a squad car, the lights flashing. Alicia asked the driver not to use the siren unless he hit traffic.
"Your father works fast," Bobby said.
"Yeah, well," Alicia said as she glanced at Bobby then resumed her watch out the window.
"I know you didn't want to call him, but we really had no choice."
Alicia sighed. "I know. It was either him or Matthews. Liam was the hands-down winner."
"What did Matthews say when you called him?"
"That he'd meet us there." Alicia paused and turned to face Bobby. "It was weird. He sounded more awake than we did. Real peppy and up-and-at-'em. Strange, at least to me, considering it was 2:45 in the morning." She paused again. "Bobby? Why did Alex get the call and not you?"
"She's co-lead on this. We alternate on-call nights. Tonight was hers."
Alicia nodded then fell silent. She reached for Bobby's hand and they intertwined fingers.
"Nervous?" he asked quietly.
"A little," she answered.
"About the crime scene, or about Liam being there?"
She smiled sadly. "Both."
"I'm here," he said softly.
Alicia looked up into his eyes. "I know."
