The Locket

Running my fingers through his soft brown hair, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me, throwing every ounce of need into kissing him. I rolled over on top of him and started to remove his shirt. He lifted a little and helped me, reaching behind his head and removing it in that way guys do so easily. He laid back. The fact he wasn’t going to stop me was clearly visible on his face, no longer able to fight off the desire he felt for me, and he knew I was aware of it.

I used my palm to stroke his perfectly defined body, and kissed every inch of exposed flesh. His breathing grew ragged, and occasionally he would hold his breath, releasing it loudly, trying to restrain himself. I removed my top, wanting to feel the warmth of our skin together, flesh on flesh. He swiftly shifted me beneath him and held me close, burying his head in my neck, trailing kisses along my collar bone. I was lost in the feeling of his skin on mine. The warmth coursing through my body felt like being in a sauna; too warm to handle, yet feeling too good to leave.

“Brent, I need you. I need you like I need the very heart that beats inside me. I want this. No more stopping, please.” I gazed into his soft blue eyes.

He tenderly held the side of my face in his palm and I leaned into it, reveling in the reassuring warmth.

“I know, Claire, I don’t think I could stop myself again, even if I wanted to,” he whispered in agreement, moving down my body trailing kisses from my neck to my belly. His warm breath gave me goose bumps as he made his way down my body. My insides were burning and the feeling was unbelievable. He tugged at the shorts I was wearing, and I lifted slightly, allowing him to slide them off, leaving me in nothing but my panties. I looked up breathless with anticipation to find his gaze burning right through me.

“You are so beautiful, Claire. I can’t believe you’re mine. I will love you forever,” he said before kissing all the way back up my body slower this time, meeting my mouth with a long deep kiss. A kiss that showed me he would, in fact, love me forever.

Our bodies moved together rhythmically. Brent cupped one of my breasts causing me to moan. The feeling of his hand on my bare flesh was unbearable and my body wanted more of him. I pushed my hips into him and he groaned. He licked at the tender skin behind my ear and then began softly nibbling at my neck. I slid both my hands to the back of his neck, pulling him close, kissing his along his jaw, enjoying the taste of him. Uttering a growl of contentment, he slid his hand down to my thigh and wrapped one of my legs around him. I felt his desire pressed against me. Pressure was building inside of me. My legs started to tremble. He caught my bottom lip with his teeth and tugged on it gently, humming appreciatively.

“Oh, God, Claire,” Brent whispered in my neck as he slid a hand between my legs. His fingers softly grazed my inner thigh, and then he ran his fingers over my satin panties. I was pretty sure I stopped breathing.

Then it hit me. Panic set in and suddenly I was stiff as a board, no longer sure I could go through with it. I started to think maybe he was right. Was I was making a rash decision during an emotional time? I knew I wanted him but wasn’t positive I was ready. My mind was in turmoil but I was going to ignore my thoughts because I loved him and I wanted so badly to show him.

I may have been able to ignore my thoughts but Brent could not. I heard his low intake of breath and his body went limp. He rolled off of me. Gripping the sheet, he pulled it up, and covered me.

“Christ, Claire, I only have so much self-control. I am a guy.” He sat up breathless and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling really awful for leading him on.

He stood and turned to look at me. “Don’t be sorry. It’s okay. I told you I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for or that you’ll regret.”

“Where are you going?” I asked, noticing he was moving away from the bed.

He smiled and brushed his face with his hands. “I’m not going anywhere. I just need a little distance in case self-control isn’t enough.”

His phone started vibrating on the nightstand. It was a little after five in the morning. Who would be calling?

“Hey, Layken,” I heard Brent say. “Yes, she’s here with me. How did you know?…Oh shit…okay…sure, one sec.”

He handed me the phone and scowled.

Why on earth would Layken be looking for me?

“Hey, Layken.”

“Oh, Claire, thank God. Listen, Logan is here and he’s really drunk. He said something about being in love with you and needing to find you because you were in a lot of danger and some guy named Kace was coming for you.”

“Oh, Layken, I’m so sorry. Did he hurt you?” I asked.

“What, no,” she answered confused. “He didn’t hurt me. He scared me a little because he was talking about you so crazy, but he’s perfectly harmless.”

Thank you, Lord.

If Layken only knew that Logan could be so much more than perfectly harmless.

“Can I talk to him?” I asked, as I watched Brent closely. His jaw was tight and his arms were folded across his chest.

“He’s passed out right now. Thankfully my parents are away. I have a few friends sleeping over, but they haven’t woken up yet. Can you come here? He’s kinda freakin’ me out?”

Brent was close enough that he could hear her request through the phone

. He shook his head vehemently and watched me questionably. I turned away from him before answering Layken.

“Of course. We’re about an hour away, but I’ll be there for him. Okay?” I told her.