Page 103 of Off Limits

“You need to relax, Shay. It’s not as hard as you’re making it out to be.” Cooking may not be as hard as I think, butsomethingcertainly is and it’s pressing into my back.

He’s still kissing along my neck as one of his hands slides up my arm, down my side, and down the front of my pants. My head tips back against his shoulder as he slips along my wetness before pushing two fingers inside me. His other hand holds my throat, caging me against his body as I sigh and moan.

With a quick change of position, he spins me around to face him, hands grabbing under my thighs as he lifts me up, flipping off the burner and pushing the pan to the back of the stove.

“I think I burned my eggs,” I say against his lips.

“I’ll make you new ones.” His mouth claims mine as he starts walking toward his room.

Lochlyn has his mouth around my nipple with my fingers tangled in his hair while we lie on the bed when my phone starts ringing.

“Ignore it,” he says against my chest. I have no intentions of doing anything but just that.

My back arches and I squeak as he presses into me, his mouth latching onto my neck.

For the past four days and nights, he’s alternated between slow and sensual, and hard and fast, bending and twisting my body to meet his desires. It doesn’t matter to me; it all feels incredible.

As he moves inside me, slowly, my phone rings again. Lochlyn groans against my neck.

“Ignore it.” It’s my turn to say it, though more breathless than Lochlyn had been.

As his hand slides up my side, wrapping gently around my throat, he starts moving faster. His thumb presses against my chin as I try to tilt my head backward, moaning as the pressure builds.

“Look at me, Shay.” The huskiness in his voice vibrates through my body. I could stay in this bed with him forever and it wouldn’t be enough.

“God, Lochlyn,” I breathe as the pressure peaks and my nails dig into his shoulders and I let out a scream. Slowing but not stopping, he continues to grind his hips against mine as I work through my trembles.

I lock my eyes with his, needing more of him, all of him. “Again.” It’s one simple word, but his lip quirks up before he leans down and presses his mouth to mine, kissing to my ear.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers against my ear before taking the sensitive skin between his teeth.

“More.” It comes out harsh, forceful, especially as I have to work to say it around the hand pressing against my throat.

Leaning back on his knees, he takes one of my legs and puts it against his shoulder, wrapping the other around his waist. Bending forward, he rests his arms on either side of me. We’ve never had sex this long before, something I know Lochlyn does for me. I don’t have to ask, and he doesn’t have to explain. I know. Because I’m realizing everything he does, he does for me.

It doesn’t take long until the familiar tingling takes over me again, and I’m about to come. I wrap my hands around his arms as I arch, digging my nails in as I whimper. His breath hitches as the hand by my head grabs at the sheets.

Releasing my leg and hovering above me, his thumb runs along my lower lip before he leans in and kisses me, rolling to his back, chest heaving.

When I regain my ability to think, I sit up, pulling the sheet around my chest before leaning down to find my phone somewhere on the floor.

Lochlyn grabs my bicep, trying to pull me toward him. “Lie down with me.”

“I have to find my phone. Whoever it was, called twice.”

“So what? It can wait ten more minutes.”

“It could be my mom. I haven’t talked to her in three weeks.”

“You’ve only been here for about three weeks.”

“Exactly.”

He grumbles as he slides his hand down my back. Finding my phone under my shirt, I sit up.

“It was Chelsea.” Immediately, I call her back.

“Don’t.” One corner of my mouth tips down, and I shoot him a glare. I needed the time away from her, but he won’t even talk about her.

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