Page 76 of Off Limits

Since everybody’s asleep, I let Lochlyn peel the clothes from my body. I’ve missed his warmth against me. I feel like I’m vibrating at his nearness, sure he can feel it where he touches me.

I’d put a shirt on, just in case. But it’s one of Lochlyn’s and long and loose, easy to lift and slide hands under. I’d tossed a pair of pants by my side of the bed, the far side, in case Chelsea starts pounding on the door.

It’s somewhere around one in the morning and Lochlyn’s tongue is sweeping across mine, his hand up my shirt, thumb resting just under my breast. Before I know what’s happening, he pulls away, dropping a pillow on my face.

I’m about to push it away and ask what the hell he’s thinking when his thumb moves from under my breast to graze across my nipple, the other sliding down to push aside my panties. Suddenly, the pillow makes sense, as he slips along my wetness and two fingers tweak and rub my nipple as it pebbles against his touch.

My back arches off the bed and my arm wraps around the pillow, pulling it against my face as his fingers slide inside me. The expert use of his fingers has me squeezing the pillow to the point where I almost can’t breathe, trying to be sure to drown out the noises I can’t control.

When Lochlyn touches me, my body is lit on fire. I lose complete control of my brain and just let some other urge or force take over. I hand my body over to him willingly, each and every time. He knows exactly what to do to bring me unimaginable pleasure, how to touch me, how to use his body.

As he flicks and slips along my nipple, his fingers hooking inside me, my toes curl, and I start to shudder beneath him. My teeth dig into the pillow still over my face, my hands searching blindly for any part of him I can reach, needing to touch him.

My fingers find his hair, twisting in and tugging, while at the same time pulling him against me. I’m close, so close…

He stops and pulls the pillow from my face. “Tell me what you want,” he growls.

“You. All of you.”

He pushes away from me and scrambles out of his pants, leaning back over me and brushing my matted hair from my face. As his mouth closes on mine, he eases into me. I pull away from him as my head tips back, trying to keep the noise as low as possible, as his lips lock on my throat.

The time away has heightened my senses and need for him. It also means my voice level is too loud for having other people around.

“Shh, baby. Youneedto be quiet.” He draws out the shush and his voice appears strained, proving to me that he missed my body at least almost as much as I’ve missed his.

“I…can’t…" I breathe. Silly man. He should know better by now.

I reach around for the pillow.

“No,” he growls as I start to pull it over my face again. “I want to be able to watch you. It’s been too long since I’ve seen your face twisted in ecstasy.”

His hand finds its way to cover my mouth. It all happens as he keeps moving inside me and over me.

He has good timing, as the pressure in my lower belly is building and the sounds are growing more frequent. Knowing what’s about to happen, he presses his hand firmer against my mouth and follows as my head tips back, my back arching, chest meeting his.

“Shh.” It’s drawn out and choppy as his breath becomes ragged.

All at once, I start to shudder, tightening around him. A sound I can’t identify rises in my chest, causing a low grunt to escape his lips as he hisses through his teeth, slowing his movement to a stop.

As he rests his head next to mine, kissing my ear, he slowly pulls away his hand, trailing his fingers along my lips. I can’t move, can’t think, riding the orgasm high. I often feel like I’m floating when we’re finished, unable to do much more than lie there. Lochlyn likes to tease me about it.

At this moment, he seems to have a bit of an inability to do much more himself. His breathing is heavy in my ear. I’m slowly regaining my ability to think and I’m becoming more aware that he’s slightly crushing me.

With a kiss to my jaw, he rolls to his side, breaths evening out.

I roll to mine as well, a smile spreading across his face. He tries to tamp down and tuck away some of my hair. I don’t even want to think about the rat’s nest I’m sure to have in the morning.

“A little risky, don’t you think?” I say as I run my fingertip down the center of his chest and through the gathered dampness.

“Baby girl, when you walked out of my room wearing that outfit, there was absolutely no way we were not having sex tonight. You’re lucky I was able to control myself until we got home.”

“This definitely is not the weekend I was expecting or hoping for.” Because if it was, we would be gearing up for round two, at least.

“Me either. You’re going to have to figure how to get your tears out without Chelsea seeing.”

I groan as I lean into his shoulder. “I have no idea how I’ll do that. I’m not going to feel sad until tomorrow. And I’m sure she'll want to leave before I do.”

“Maybe we can get out alone. Or get her to leave alone. Maybe I can convince Wes to take her somewhere.” The gears are working in his head, trying to come up with anything he can, knowing I need it.

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