Page 58 of Ravished By Her

Since I’d already come twice, it seemed only fair that Lacey got to sit on my face.

“I think I’m dead,” she said when she flopped on the bed next to me.

“Me too,” I said, wiping my face.

“You’re a mess,” she said, clumsily trying to brush my chin with her hand.

“Worth it,” I said, smiling over at her and reaching for my glasses. “I had myself so convinced you didn’t like me.”

Lacey sat up and gave me a puzzled look. “What?”

“You’re not exactly an open book, Lacey. I have no idea what the fuck you’re thinking about half the time,” I said. Things were a lot easier to talk about when we were naked for some reason.

“I can’t believe you didn’t notice all those times that I couldn’t stop staring at you,” she said, shaking her head.

I moved until I was literally draped across her body.

“I was too busy hoping you hadn’t seen me staring at you.”

We both laughed.

“You did give me your hat,” I said.

“I couldn’t help myself. I loved the idea of my hat this head.” She ran her fingers through my hair.

“So next time I’ll wear the hat and nothing else.”

Her eyes lit up at that idea.

“Next time?” she asked. “Is there going to be a next time?”

“I sincerely hope so,” I said. “This isn’t a one and done for me. Is it for you?”

My heart dropped at that idea. Even though it was ridiculous. She didn’t live here. I didn’t live here. Neither of us was ever going to live in the same place, so there was no reason to start anything.

But then I looked at her and she was all I could see and everything else faded into the background. Our pasts didn’t matter, our futures didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was this thing between us.

“No, it’s not,” she said, holding my face. “It’s not one and done for me.”

“Good,” I said, kissing her chest right above her heartbeat.

Chapter Fourteen

At some point we decided we needed to move and clean up and figure out the rest of the night.

“I know I shouldn’t beg you to stay, but please stay,” Lacey said as I put on a T-shirt that she tossed me from a drawer before getting one for herself, along with a pair of shorts.

“Try and kick me out,” I said, rising up on my toes to kiss her.

“I’d rather tie you to my bed so you can’t leave,” she said, her eyes glittering.

“Mmmm, I would definitely hate that,” I said, licking my lips.

“Good to know.” She kissed me again and then grabbed my ass.

“I’m into that too.”

Lacey kissed me again. “I think you might be the most perfect woman I’ve ever met.”

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