Lacey distracts her girlfriend with a kiss

Lacey deepened the kiss. She tilted her head slightly, letting her lips trail down Maeve's jawline and onto the soft skin of her neck. Maeve’s breath caught, and she arched her back. Her breasts pressed against Lacey, who couldn’t decide whether she was more worried or turned on.

"You smell so good," Lacey whispered as she nuzzled her girlfriend’s neck. Her hands traced the lines of Maeve’s body. She felt Maeve's pulse quicken with delight.

Maeve moaned softly, her fingers untangling Lacey's messy bun. "I’ve been waiting all day for this," she murmured. "You’re driving me crazy, Lace."

Lacey could feel Maeve’s eagerness. It was a powerful sensation, one that usually thrilled her, but now, it was a double-edged sword. She needed to keep Maeve here, on the couch, away from the bedroom.

"I missed you too," Lacey breathed. Her lips brushed against Maeve's ear and made her shake. She kissed her deeply again, trying to pour all of her feelings into it—love, guilt, fear. Anything to keep Maeve’s attention on her.

Maeve’s hands pushed under Lacey’s shirt, touching her nipples through her bra. “Let’s go to your room," Maeve whispered urgently.

Lacey's heart skipped a beat again, but she quickly pressed her lips to Maeve’s. "Here’s good," she murmured against Maeve’s mouth, peeling off Maeve’s shirt. She shifted, gently pushing Maeve back against the couch cushions, hoping to keep up the momentum.

Maeve responded with a moan. Her fingers tangled up in Lacey’s. "God, I love it when you do that," she said breathlessly.

Lacey **** a smile, her hands shaking slightly.