Page 32 of Off Limits

“What do I tell Chels?”

“I don’t care. I don’t care if you tell her nothing. I have to kiss you.” My lips tingle at the thought.

“Okay. I’ll meet you out there in a minute.”

He pulls his hand from my pocket, squeezing my hip before he walks away.

I wind my way through the cluster of people to find Chelsea. There’s a bigger crowd than she originally anticipated. It seems like of the ten or so people she invited, everybody brought at least a plus one.

“Hey, I need to get some air.” After finally making my way across the room, I stand in front of her.

“You okay?”

“Mhm, just warm.” I pull at the front of my shirt as though I’m fanning myself to prove my point.

“You sure?” She flips her hair over her shoulder with a stoic look.

“Yeah, I’ll be quick. Just want some cool air.” I’m trying to sound calm, but I’m not sure it’s working.

“Want me to come with you?”

“No!” I say it a little too enthusiastically. “No, I’m fine. You stay, entertain.”

Her narrowed gaze drifts over my body.

“I’ll be fine, Chels. Five minutes.”

“Okay. Let me know if you need something.”

“I will.” Before I walk away, I put my hand on her arm, grabbing my coat on the way out the front door.

The cold air slaps me in the face. It’s been a few hours since I’ve been outside, and the temperature has dropped tremendously. I know Lochlyn’s out here, but I’m not exactly sure where.

As I’m walking around the corner of the house, I find him leaning against the side. The second he sees me, he pushes off, wrapping his arms around me as his mouth crashes onto mine.

My mouth opens for his as he turns us around, pressing me up against the house. As his tongue seeks mine, his hands slide down to under my thighs, lifting me up. I hook my legs around his waist as his mouth finds my neck.

“Fuck, I missed you.” I don’t have a chance to answer before his lips are on mine again. Devouring me.

Far too soon, he pulls away and sets me down. We’re both out of breath.

Every so often, I forget just how tall he is. His hands are resting against the house, boxing me in and surrounding me as he towers over me. Sometimes, nine inches doesn’t feel like much, other times, it feels enormous.

“You go in first. I’ll grab my bag and make it seem like I came to get my stuff.”

I bite my lip, nodding. Air hisses through his teeth. “Please don’t do that.”

I furrow my brow, confused. “Do what?”

“Bite your lip like that.”

“Why?”

“Because then all I can do is think about your perfect mouth.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, making my breath hitch.

I can’t help but smile. “Okay. Sorry. I’ll see you inside?”

“Yeah. I, uh, I need a few minutes.”

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