Page 100 of Off Limits

But then he sighs. “Shay, I can promise you, if anything were to ever happen between us where we decided not to be together anymore, it would takemuchlonger than six weeks for me to move on.”

I chance a look at him. “Yeah?”

“I guarantee it.” His lips are on mine in an instant, soft but forceful. I said what I needed to say, so now all that’s left is wanting to be as close to Lochlyn as I can be. As I lace my hands around his neck, he slides an arm under my knees while the other wraps around my waist, lifting me as he stands.

He carries me to his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us. Setting me gently on the bed, he slowly pulls my shoes off, dropping them to the floor with a thud. He runs his hands up my legs, fingers dipping under the waistband of my jeans and sliding to the button, flicking it open as he slowly pulls off my pants and panties.

His breath is shallow, his eyes trained on mine. I lean forward to reach for his jeans, but he pushes me back down on the bed.

“No.” It comes out strained as he shakes his head.

He climbs out of his jeans, reaching over his shoulders and pulling off his shirt, tossing it to the corner. My breath catches at the sight of his chest, as it’s just another thing I missed immensely and feared I’d never see again.

In only his boxers, he climbs up on the bed, straddling my legs. He slides his hands under my shirt, running slowly up my sides. Reaching behind my back, he unhooks my bra, slipping his hands under the band and around to the front, cupping my breasts, running his fingers over my nipples.

He smirks as I arch toward him. “I missed these.”

Within seconds, my shirt and bra are on the floor as Lochlyn leans over me, hand running over my hair. “I missed you so much, Shay.”

As his mouth closes over mine and his tongue slips between my lips, I take a moment and wonder why he never lets me answer. It’s probably because he knows that I’ll reciprocate the feeling, that he knows I missed him too. How could I not?

Six weeks of not feeling Lochlyn catches up to me. My lips turn hungry, my hands fly to the top of his boxers, pushing them down. He responds in kind, peeling them off and tossing them to the floor, hands grabbing tightly to my hips as he eases into me.

“Fuck, Shay,” he exhales as his breath hitches, feeling my wanting, myneed, for him.

I take his chin in my hand. “I missed you too.”

His mouth crashes to mine as he starts moving slowly at first, then faster and faster until we’re both breathing heavily and every exhale I make contains a whimper.

Nothing quite compares to the feelings of his body against mine. The firmness and warmth of his chest as it brushes my breasts as he moves over me, the tightness of his muscles under my hands. The feeling of him moving inside me, the way he fills me so completely.

As the pressure builds, he wraps his hand around the back of my head, hissing against my ear as I dig my nails into his back, tightening around him as one last loud moan releases from my chest. The sound of his throaty groan in my ear almost sends me into a tailspin.

He breathes heavily against me for a minute before kissing from my ear to the tip of my shoulder and rolling to his back. Before I even have a chance to move, he slides his arm under my neck and pulls me into him, kissing the top of my head as I lie on his chest.

Feeling his arms around me brings hot pricks to the back of my eyes. His hand stills on my hip. Even though no tears have dripped out, he knows.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“I was just so scared I’d never be this close to you again.” It comes out barely above a whisper.

On some level, I know it’s pathetic, overly emotional, and way too needy. But Lochlyn was all I wanted for years, a dream I thought I’d never have. And it wasn’t just a situation where we gave it a shot and decided we weren’t right together. It was us being torn apart under unfair circumstances.

He’s not just my first boyfriend, or my first love. He’s my forever. And if for any reason we end up not working out, I will still always have love for him.

He presses his hand into my hip and pulls me flush against him as his other arm wraps around me and his lips graze the top of my head. “I know. But we’re here together. We won’t let anything tear us apart again.”

I nod, and his phone dings somewhere on the floor. Leaning over me, he grabs his pants, sliding his phone out of his pocket and sitting back next to me, resting on his elbow to read the message.

When he laughs, I sit up to look. “What’s so funny?”

He shows me a message from Weston.

Wes:Hey man. Just wanted to let you know I packed myself a bag and took off for Claire’s for a few days. Figured I’d give you and Shay some alone time to get back together or whatever. I’ll be back Sunday. Have fun!

I look at him, brow furrowed, confused. “Why is he giving us the apartment? I mean, I appreciate it, but why? Did I do something?”

“Uh, not exactly. I think we may have scarred him last time you were here.”

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