Page 20 of Off Limits

He shakes his head. “I don’t care. I don’t care about Chelsea and her wants and wishes. What about us? What about what we want?”

I pull back, separating myself in case the answer is not what I’m wanting to hear. “Whatdoyou want?”

“You.” He says it firmly, almost before I’m finished talking. Then he hesitates, wanting to say more. “I’ve always wanted you, Shay. And not just like this.”

My heart falters, and I nod. I’ve slept in Lochlyn’s room before. Sure, he slept on the floor or the couch and we hadn’t just had sex in the living room, but I know there’s a way we can figure it out.

We put our pants back on and clean up any evidence that something other than TV watching happened. A jolt shoots through me as Lochlyn takes my hand and leads me upstairs. Once inside his room, he closes and locks the door.

He starts pulling clothes out of his dresser, handing me a t-shirt. “Here, you can wear this if you want.” I take the shirt from him, our fingers brushing, sending tingles through my entire body. I want his hands on me again.

My breath hitches as Lochlyn takes his shirt off. Somehow, his body is even better than when he left for school in August, stomach stronger and more toned. A defined six-pack and indent just above his pants, hinting its way to what lies beneath. His low chuckle catches my attention as I’m suddenly aware that I’ve been biting my lip and staring.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before, Shay.”

“Better than it used to be,” I mumble absentmindedly.

He’s across the room in two strides, taking my hand and running it down his chest, gliding gently over the light ridges. “And now you can touch.”

I look up into his eyes quickly before my gaze settles on his lips. His mouth crashes on mine in a second, my arms lacing around his neck as I tug him down. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me tightly against him.

As his tongue slides across mine, I trace my fingers along his shoulders. I’m surprised I know what to do. I don’t have to think about where to put my hands, or if I’m doing the right thing. I can tell by his reactions that he likes everything that’s been happening.

He breaks the kiss as his fingers slide under the hem of my shirt to lift it off, then his lips find mine the second it drops to the floor. With one flick of his wrist, he’s unhooked my bra, pushing it gently off my shoulders. He leans back, eyes locking on my chest, as he licks his lower lip.

I’m amazed at how confident I feel under his scrutiny. Not an ounce of insecurity or self-consciousness left. I’d always shied away from his gaze, even when fully clothed. Here I am, half naked, not inching away. If anything, I crave it. So much has changed in just two short hours and the flip of the calendar year.

Lochlyn’s hands slide into my back pockets, yanking me against him. I’m met with his warm and hard chest against mine. As I’m staring at his perfection, my finger tracing his defined collar bone, just feeling him against me, he tilts my chin up, lips meeting mine. He starts walking, pushing me backward toward the bed.

As my legs hit the mattress, he doesn’t slow, sliding his hand up to hold me, gently leaning me down, coming to hover over me. Then he brushes some hair from my forehead as his eyes roam my face.

When his lips close over mine again, there’s a new urgency behind them, his hands flying down to the button of my jeans. He hesitates, unsure if I want to do this again. I push my mouth harder against his, reaching for his pants, a hand sliding along the length of his erection. His breath hitches and his hesitation fades as he tears at my zipper, his mouth attaching on my neck.

He feverishly kisses down my chest, running his tongue over my nipple, kissing down to my navel before standing and removing my pants and panties in one quick tug, then pushing his off and kicking them across the room.

As he climbs back over me, he slides his open mouth along my skin, starting at my ankle and gliding, slowly, up my leg, over my hip bone, and up my stomach. When he reaches my breast, he breathes against my nipple, running his lips over it softly, before flicking it a few times with his tongue, causing my back to arch and a low moan to rise in my throat.

Gliding the rest of the way up my body, his lips lock on mine as he slides his hand between our bodies, slipping along my soaking entrance. Not one finger enters me before he eases his hardness inside me.

I tear my mouth from his as I suck in air, my nails digging into his shoulders. There’s no way for me to control the sounds rising from my throat as he moves inside me.

As my volume increases, Lochlyn’s mouth is right by my ear. “Shh, baby. You’re going to get us caught.”

“I can’t…help it.” I can barely get the breathless words out.

He smiles against my ear before giving my lobe a quick nip, slowly sliding his hand up to cover my mouth. “For the noise,” he murmurs against my neck.

His eyes lock on mine as he holds himself above me, hand still on my mouth, as he begins to move faster. I understand the reason for the hand as I make noises I didn’t know I could make, at a level that had his hand not been there, surely would awaken Chelsea, and maybe the neighbors.

When I start to tremble and my chest heaves, Lochlyn’s lips find my neck, his hand pushing slightly firmer against my mouth as a loud cry escapes from my throat. He groans against my neck as his hand balls into a fist against the sheets, his teeth digging into my shoulder.

We lie like that for a few moments while we catch our breath, his hand slowly moving away from my mouth, thumb trailing along my bottom lip before leaning in and brushing his lips along mine.

Wrapping an arm around my waist as he turns to his side, he flips me to mine and pulls my back tightly against his chest.

His heart is hammering, much as mine is, his breathing heavy and shallow. He kisses along my shoulder to my neck, settling behind my ear. “Good night, Shay.”

“Good night, Loch.”

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