Chapter 8

Blake walked Lacey to her door. She turned to face him. He took the opportunity to take her again in his arms. He kissed her. Lacey didn’t seem to mind because she met him stroke for stroke. Her lips, now poutier from being kissed thoroughly, were so soft. She probably never had a real man kiss her before. But, she had one now.

He didn’t stop until she moaned. When he pulled back, her lids were heavy and her breathing a bit shallow. Before he could say what was on his mind she spoke.

“I can’t invite you in.”

He knew what he wanted and he also knew she wanted the same thing. “Why? We want each other.” It wasn’t a lie. In this moment, he did want her. More than any woman he had ever bedded in his life.

“I can’t. I . . . I’m not a woman who leaps in and out of bed with people. I don’t have casual sex,” she whispered.

“Who said it would be casual?” He didn’t mean to ask that. Of course, it would be casual. That’s the