Page 17 of Off Limits

She grunted. The force of his thrust, the feel of her body stretching to accommodate him felt divine.

He leaned his forehead against her shoulder. His chest heaved with ragged breaths. “You are keeping me up at night. I can’t stop thinking about you, how perfect you feel, how perfect you make me feel.”

Her heart squeezed. She wanted to be his everything. “Move,” she grunted.

He straightened, tugged her hair free of its tie and wrapped it around his hand. “Is this what you want?” He pistoned into her at a breakneck speed. His hips slammed into her, forcing her breasts against the metal of the lockers.

“Yes.”

He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. There may be bruises there tomorrow. She didn’t care. She loved when he lost control. When he gave into his desire, his need for her. He only had one-night stands, but not with her. They were more.

“Fuck, Princess. I’m going to come so fucking hard. You make me lose my mind.” He reached a hand around to her front and rubbed her clit. “Come on my cock. Come with me.”

And she did. Spectacularly so.

Chapter Nine

Brady

Goddamn, Brady had really done it now.

It had been bad enough that he’d given in at the brewery—that he’d begged her to let him stay the night. But to show up atSerenity Nowlike a man possessed? Because he couldn’t stay away, couldn’t get her out of his head?

This was his ultimate low. He might as well stand in front of Rex and flip him off.

This couldn’t keep happening. He had to stop. Taylor had been right. He was a dead man walking.

He pulled out of Jane and took a step back, dragging a hand down his face.

“Fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut. No condom.No condom. That never happened. Ever. But he’d been so swept up in the moment. Inher.

And now? Fuck, he was completely screwed.

“What?” Jane spun around and leaned her back against the lockers.

He opened his eyes and looked at her.