Page 53 of Ravage

I carefully eased down off the counter and inched the blanket around my shoulders. Ravage’s expression softened as I started over to him. I didn’t bother looking at the clock. I knew it was late, and our so-called lesson was coming to an end. There was no doubt that it hadn’t gone as planned.

There was no actual lesson.

There hadn’t even been a kiss.

But I wasn’t disappointed. Not exactly. Even with the mouse, I’d enjoyed my night with Ravage, and I learned more than I expected. Maybe that was the problem. I hadn’t gotten the lesson I’d planned on, but I’d gotten just enough of him to want more. He grabbed his cut from the back of the sofa and announced, “I should go.”

“Okay.”

I tried to hide the disappointment in my voice, but apparently, I’d missed the mark. He studied me before asking, “You want me to stay?”

“No,” I answered a little too quickly. “That’s okay… You don’t have to.”

“Didn’t think so.” His smirk widened. “You up for giving this lesson thing another go?”

“Yeah, I’d be up for that... When do you want to do it?”

“Tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow?”

“If you’re still serious about this.”

“I am.”

“Good. Then, tomorrow it is.”

He started for the door, and on impulse, I asked, “What should I wear?”

“That question is going to get you in trouble.”

“Why?”

“Because I already told you.” He cocked his brow. “Wear what makes you feel good.”

“Even my workout clothes?” I giggled.

“Especially the workout clothes.” He shook his head and opened the door. “Get some sleep, Emery.”

“Night, Ravage.”

He stepped into the hallway, then glanced back at me. His gaze dropped briefly to my green nightie before meeting my eyes again. “See you tomorrow night.”

“What time?”

“Shooting for eight, but I’ll call if I’m going to be late.”

And just like that, he was gone. I closed the door and leaned against it, pressing my hand to my chest. I had no idea what our next lesson would bring, but for the first time since we came up with this crazy idea, I wasn’t nervous.

I was excited. And that seemed dangerous.

Very, very dangerous.

9

RAVAGE

I’d known for some time that I was screwed.