Page 90 of Off Limits

Taking the book from my hands, he tosses it onto the coffee table as his lips connect with mine. I protest as he pulls away.

“Hey, I was into that.”

“Would you really rather read right now?” He presses his erection right between my thighs as he asks.

“No.”

A smirk stretches his lips as he crashes his mouth to mine. Hands start moving around bodies, into hair, under garments of clothing.

Climbing off me and standing, Lochlyn closes his hand around my wrist and yanks me off the couch. Looping his arm under my knees, he scoops me off the floor as I wrap my arms around his neck.

Practically running, he takes the stairs two at a time, while I giggle the whole way. Once we get into my room, it becomes a well-practiced dance of tearing off clothes and falling onto the bed.

Our mouths connect with whatever skin available. It’s frenzied and hungry, desperate. My legs part for him instantly as he moves between them, hovering over me. The feeling of him there, paired with the need and desire whirling in his eyes, is heady.

I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his face down to mine. I don’t think there’s any way I could ever get enough Lochlyn.

Gliding a hand between our bodies, he slides two fingers into me as my head tips back and I arch up toward him, a moan flying from my mouth. When he starts moving them inside me, I grip at his back, eyes locking on his and filling me with more of that sweet intoxication.

“Come for me, baby.”

I get a little nibble of self-consciousness every time Lochlyn talks to me in bed. I never know how to respond. What sounds sexy in response to something like that?

But with a few more strokes inside me, I do as he says and mutter a fuck as my back peels off the bed.

Peppering gentle kisses along my neck, Lochlyn eases himself into me, making my breath catch in my throat. He has a similar reaction as he rests his forehead against my shoulder.

After being still for a minute, with him pressed all the way inside me, he starts moving and the whole world starts to twirl.

“Fuck, Shay. God, you’re perfect. I’m so lucky you’re mine.” He runs his thumb along my lower lip before pulling it down and closing his mouth over it as his tongue seeks mine. Every time it’s like we’re searching for our companion, our other half, and it’s only until we’re completely together that we can calm the pull.

Keeping his lips moving against mine, he starts thrusting hard and fast. I pull my mouth from his to gasp for air as my fingers dig into the muscles straining in his shoulders.

Lochlyn runs parted lips along my neck to my shoulder as he continues moving inside me. I’m starting to make noises with every thrust when he sinks his teeth into my sensitive skin. It sends a thrill through my body and throws me over the edge as my voice fills the air and I tighten around him, dragging my nails down his back.

Smiling against my ear, a low growl eases from his chest as he licks down to my collarbone. With a few more hurried pumps, his head tips back as he moans and his hands fist into the sheets.

Collapsing against me, he breathes heavily for a minute before kissing from my shoulder to my ear, giving extra attention to where his teeth struck.

That’s how the rest of our day in bed starts. We talk, kiss a lot, rest. At one point, Lochlyn runs downstairs to grab our books, stripping off the boxers he threw on the minute he’s back in the room.

A naked Lochlyn is exceptionally distracting. After a few too many side glances at his chest, I set my book next to me and prop up on my elbow. He quirks an eyebrow at me as I run my hand down his chest, rolling over the ripples of his muscles, and sliding under the sheet to wrap around him.

I get a few glides up and down his length and a groan of satisfaction before he flips me to my back, holding my hands above my head as he kisses along my neck.

After a late lunch of a shared peanut butter and jelly sandwich in my bed, we’re well into our third session of the day.

I’m moaning so loudly as Lochlyn thrusts into me that there’s zero acknowledgment of the outside world.

Until my bedroom door is suddenly and unceremoniously thrown open. “What in thehellis going on in here?” Chelsea screams.

“Get out!” Lochlyn bellows, still on top of me. I try to sink farther under him, but Chelsea zeroes in on me, and the look of pain and anger in her eyes makes me want to disappear.

She turns on her heel and storms out, slamming the door behind her.

Lochlyn sighs, slamming his fist into the mattress before he hangs his head on my shoulder, kissing my collarbone. He still hasn’t removed himself from me.

It’s only when he puts his hand on the side of my cheek and turns my face to his that I realize I’m shaking.

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