Page 47 of No Limits

“First, I’m going to hold you while you sleep. Actually, no. I’m going to hold you whilewetake a nap together. Because I didn’t rest last night at all. I couldn’t, knowing you were so upset.”

“That sounds even better.”

With a small tug, he pulls me to the top of the covers, dipping us in and turning me onto my side. He wraps himself around me, his arm over my middle, and nuzzles against my neck. “Dream about me.” The words are whispered against my ear.

And for the first time in months, I fall asleep with everything feeling right in the world.

Chapter 20

EverythingLochlynsaidhewas going to do, he’s done. And more. The one time he came home after five-thirty, he was home at quarter to six, and only because he stopped by the florist to get me a bouquet of flowers. Any other time if he’ll be late, he messages me and lets me know, and it’s always within a half hour. Usually because he has to swing by the grocery store.

He’s surprised me on campus more than once for a lunch date. While in the fall, I was sure he had no idea what my schedule even looked like, now he has it memorized and not only asks about my day and classes, but knows when I’m free and not.

Not a single weekend has been spent doing work in six weeks. It’s been incredible to have him home. To have him back.

Our sex life is even rejuvenated. Aside from being more frequent, it’s in interesting places again.

Like the time he bent me over the new sofa, his hand firm between my shoulder blades. Or the several showers we’ve taken together. There was even one time he fucked me on the stairs. Things got started in the living room and he said he couldn’t make it all the way without being inside me.

It’s all been amazing.

He even knows every detail about the wedding and is way more involved, though there’s not much to do at this point but wait to get there. Which he’s incredibly excited about.

The wedding is only eight weeks away, and he keeps talking about it to anybody who will listen.

“We got another RSVP card, baby girl.” Five-thirty, on the dot, he walks in, wiggling the card.

“You open it. So many are your work friends.” I wave my hand in his direction but don’t look up from my laptop where I’m seated at the counter. As much as I want to give him my undivided attention, it’s nearing the end of the semester and I have papers upon papers to finish and tests to study for.

He walks over to me and gives me a quick kiss on the temple. “Be thankful. They’re a giving bunch.”

“I am very thankful. It’s just hard to be excited when I open the card and have no idea who the person is.” It’s happened with extended family too. Like Mom’s third cousin, who I haven’t seen since I was five. But she insisted you invite all family to weddings, and she’s right.

“I’m going to go get changed and then cook dinner. If you could, please put this away and help me?”

“Um, yes. I can do that. Take at least ten minutes so I can just finish this paragraph.”

“It’s going to take you ten minutes to write one paragraph.” A quick glance and I see his cocked eyebrow, hands frozen mid loosening his tie.

“No, it’s going to take me ten minutes toperfectone paragraph.”

“Ah. I see. Ten minutes it is, baby girl.” My heart still flutters every time he calls me that.

Everything is packed away by the time he comes down in low-slung gray sweatpants and a tight dark-blue t-shirt.

My panties instantly soak, and he knows exactly what he’s doing by the smirk on his face.

“Come sit by me while I cook.” He pats the counter next to where he’ll be chopping. It’s been a while since I’ve been in the kitchen with him while he cooks.

Pulling out everything he needs, he sets to work. Watching him always amazes and awes me. He’s just so talented and seamless with his movements.

It’s also a huge turn-on. I scooch a little closer and notice the cocky grin that plants itself on his face.

So I reach over and snag a carrot.

“You already know what happens when you steal food while I’m cooking, baby girl.”

“Mhm, I certainly do. And I’d love for that to happen again.”

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