Richie’s lips were causing havoc on Stacey. He backed her against the cupboard. His kiss was getting more passionate and his hands moved restlessly against her back.
Stacey was lost in his warm mouth, his tongue danced with hers and she tasted the liquor on his lips.
Richie’s hands moved up to cup her nape, his other hand roamed towards her breasts.
Two bodies strained against each other as desire course through their veins.
Stacey’s hands were inside Richie’s shirt, stroking his bare chest, feeling his heart thudding against her palm.
She felt herself been lifted onto the cupboard. Her legs opened instinctively and Richie walked in between them.
A rush of cool air brushed again Stacey’s skin as Richie slipped his hands into her unbuttoned blouse. His fingers flicked over her nipples, feeling them strain against her lacy bra.
Her hands found their way to his dark head, raking through his strands. His head moved lower and as she felt his teeth nipping at her breasts a moan escaped her.
Her bra was off instantly and Richie lifted his head, staring at her beauty.
Oh baby..you’re gorgeous…”
Stacey was so mesmerized his words didn’t even sink in.
He stepped closer again, closing his mouth over a rosy tip. Stacey’s head tilted back and she sighed against him.
Her hands moved to his hips, lifting the shirt…the pleasure was driving her insane..
The moment Richie’s fingers unzipped her pants and his fingers touched her mound, Stacey stiffened.
He looked at her flushed face. A mixture of desire and embarrassment shone from her eyes.
“Oh God Richie..I”
“Shhhh honey I understand…it alright baby..it ok.”
He held her in his arms, stroking her hair.
“It’s all my fault sweetheart. I know you’ve just lost someone you loved. We both had a bit too much to drink…it’s ok… ”
‘This is all just going too fast…I like you very much…but I just need time.”
“And that’s what I’m gonna give you baby…time.”
Stacey was close to tears.
‘I feel like a total slut. My fiancé died a few weeks ago and here I am making out with a rockstar.”
“A sexy rockstar at that!” Stacey gave him a teary smile at his attempt.
Richie took her hands from her face, seeing the tears rolling over her cheeks, ripped at his insides.
“Honey, look at me. There is nothing to be afraid of. Wayne is gone, you have to go on with your life. We are both lonely so yeah things got out of control but I don’t regret what happened between us. I understand that you need some time to work this out for yourself.”
She was clutching at her blouse, her face flushed.
Richie took her hands again. He buttoned up her blouse and gave her the lacy bra.
“I’m sorry too sweetheart. I should have known better.” He sucked in his breath, raking his hands through his hair.
“I should have stopped this, look what I’ve done.. I’m a damn idiot” Her eyes drifted down to the bulge in his pants.
He gave her a lopsided grin.
“Don’t you worry about me, I’ll survive. I’ll have some blue balls tomorrow but there’s nothing a cold shower can’t fix.”
Her face was horrified…Richie laughed.
“Honey, relax I’m kidding. I’ll be ok..really. Now please stop crying…I can’t handle a woman’s tears…”
“Richie I’m so sorry…” She leaned forward and placed a light kiss on his lips. Richie stood still…not reaching out for her, scared that he might frighten her even more.
“You are still coming with me and Ava..you do know that.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
He gave her jaw a light jab with his knuckles, staring into her beautiful green eyes. Stacey could only stare it him, she lost herself in his warm gentle eyes
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