Page 109 of First Chance

Normally, I’d cry at the prospect of someone lifting me in any capacity, but Lochlan has a way of making me feel petite.

He pulls through the black iron gates, and my pulse batters loudly in my ears as he parks in front of the guesthouse.

His hand slides all the way down my thigh to my knee before he lets go and comes around to my side of the car to open the door for me.

As soon as my feet hit the paving stones, he wraps his arms around me, lifting me easily and walking me towards the guesthouse. He doesn’t set me down, instead, he collides with my door as his lips crush mine, pressing his hard length against my belly.

I don’t want to just feel it. I want to see it, touch it.

I want him to take me to his bed and show me how a man uses it.

His mouth is hot on mine, taking, consuming. I can’t do anything but feel him.

I can’t worry about what might happen next. All I see is him, right here at this moment.

His tongue teases mine, and I reciprocate, caressing his until he moans into my mouth. That sound turns me moltenhot as the muscles inside of me pulsate. The new sensation is becoming dangerously addictive.

“Lochlan, I want more,” I strangle out between his open-mouthed kisses.

His lips drag across my jaw and down to my neck, tasting me, biting my sensitive flesh. Except, he stops at my collarbone and works his way back up, forcing a whimper from my throat.

“More, more than this.” I gasp when he bites my earlobe just above my earring.

His exploration stops suddenly, his forehead finding mine. “I can’t, Jo.”

“Yes, you can. I want you to.”

“You’re killing me, baby,” he growls against my lips.

The door clicks behind me, my body following it as it opens, but I don’t stop kissing him until my feet hit the wooden floor inside because he doesn’t follow.

The lights are too bright in here as I blink up at him, but his eyes are shut painfully tight while he drags lungfuls of air in and out.

“Goodnight, Jo,” he whispers roughly against my forehead. He kisses me there and retreats…

No, no, no!

I spin, flitting around my room in a flurry of chaos, kicking my shoes across the floor, yanking my zipper down my side, and digging through my suitcase until I find what I’m looking for.

He does not get to do this to me again.

The moon is high in the sky, lighting my path to his porch, and my bare feet don’t make a noise as I bounce up the porch steps, stopping in front of his door. Should I knock?

Should I barge inside and demand he take me like a–

“Something I can help you with, darlin’,” his low voice drawls from down the porch. It’s so dark I didn’t see him sitting in his rocking chair.

I’m much more aware of my choice of attire now that I’m being confronted with my actions.

It doesn’t matter, I’m doing this.

His eyes watch me heavily as I pad towards him in my powder blue silk robe that barely hangs past my butt.

I don’t stop until I’m standing between his knees, gripping the lapels of my robe so he doesn’t notice my hands shaking.

“Why did you leave?”

He studies my face, intensely, not letting his attention fall below my chin. I’m practically chum in shark-infested waters, and he’s swimming right by without taking the bait.

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