Page 73 of Off Limits

“Please do.”

“Nice job with Chelsea. I know lying is still a hard pill for you to swallow sometimes.” As he speaks, he drags his palm down my chest to squeeze my waist before knotting my hair.

“It’s getting easier and easier, and while this is probably a bad thing, I don’t feel as bad about it anymore. And that’s mostly because all I want is you. Please tryallof the things with her just down the hall.”

“Already planning on it.” He bites his lip as his hand slides from behind my head to press gently against my breastbone.

Backing away, he tears his shirt off over his head. With a quick peek around the corner, I notice that Weston’s door is still closed. I shut Lochlyn’s most of the way.

Facing his dresser to get a new shirt, he’s not paying to attention to what I’m doing. I flip him around, standing on my toes, to press my mouth to his. Sliding his hands under my thighs, he lifts me up and I hold on tightly. Turning, he pushes me up against the wall again.

When we hear the door open down the hall, he almost drops me. “Where are you guys?” Chelsea’s voice has a way of carrying, even when she’s talking relatively quietly.

Lochlyn grabs a shirt from the open drawer and pulls it over his head, adjusting his pants, and stepping out in the hallway, closing the door behind him. “Just changing my shirt. Shay’s going to change.”

“She was in there while you changed?”

“Relax, Chels, I only changed my shirt. We’ve all been swimming before, no different. It took me two seconds.” It had. The other fifteen minutes he had his tongue in my mouth.

“What took you so long? You’ve had fifteen minutes.”

“We were talking about the concert tomorrow and dinner. I told her if it’d make her more comfortable, we can get some extra pillows or something and make a barrier. It’s a pretty big bed.”

Tearing through my bag, I grab a red shirt that I know Lochlyn especially likes, and change as quickly as I can. I take his shirts from under all my packed clothes and toss them into his hamper before Chelsea can possibly see that I had them.

“Okay, sorry guys, I’m ready.” I watch Lochlyn’s eyes grow bigger the second I walk out of his room. Looking around, I notice Brendan isn’t with us. “Where’s Brendan?”

“Hiding,” Chelsea responds as she bites at her nail like it isn’t a crazy answer.

“What? Why is he hiding?” Am I the only one confused?

“He’s scared of Lochlyn.” Apparently, this brings great joy to Lochlyn, who bursts out laughing.

“Okay, well, you said you wanted to go to dinner, so we’re all ready.”

Sighing, she walks back down the hallway to get him.

Lochlyn is in front of me, fingers dipping into the waistband of my jeans, pulling me against him. “Mean.”

“Me? Sweet innocent me?” I ask as coyly as I can, my fingertips grazing my chest.

“You know I love this shirt on you.” His finger trails along the swoop neckline.

“I do, in fact.”

“Mean.”

“Oh, come on, isn’t a little teasing fun?”

“Not when I don’t get to act on it.” His voice is low and gravelly, causing heat to course through my whole body.

“Who said you don’t get to?”

“The fact that my sister, the only block in us being able to be together in public, will be right down the hall.” He stretches his arm toward Wes’s room.

“Yeah, but she’s a deep sleeper.” I trail my finger along his collarbone. I’m really pushing my luck. And his limits.

“You’re killing me. Be nice. I can’t have you,andI have to deal with Chelsea. And Brendan. Be nice.”

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