Chase Me (Broke and Beautiful #1)(30)

His breath on her neck started coming a little faster. The arm around her waist dipped lower to her hips, pulling her back until her ass met his lap. A tiny gasp slipped past her lips when she felt his hardness, and she barely checked the urge to grind against him. With a curse, he pulled away. She started to voice her protest, but he climbed down from the bench and plucked her off before she had the chance, keeping her facing forward. His hard chest met her back again, his hot mouth finding her neck as he walked her farther into the dark alcove. When they reached the stone wall, she had no choice but to brace her hands against it or run into it face-first. The position felt perfect and indecent all at the same time. Palms flat on the wall as Louis kissed her neck, as his hands roamed over her hips. They were mostly hidden in the darkness, but they were still in public. At the moment, she was too hot to care.

“I’m going to finger you, Roxy. Tell me you want it.”

The roughly delivered words sent an electric current zapping along her skin. “I want it.” Acting on impulse, she took his hand and guided it under her skirt. She left it resting high on her thigh, hoping he would make the next move. To touch her where she was dying to be touched.

His teeth grazed her ear. “No, you’re going to put my hand where it’s supposed to go.”

Heat rushed between her thighs, made more intense by the challenge. Should she be worried about the difference in him when they were touching? She wasn’t. She wanted more. Finished with savoring the anticipation, she took his hand again and guided it between her legs, sucking in a breath as her discomfort eased and grew at the same time.

Louis groaned into her hair. “You hot and wet under these panties?” He squeezed her covered flesh with just enough pressure to make her eyes roll back in her head.

“It’s safe to say I am now,” she breathed.

“I can’t even keep my f*cking hands off you long enough to bring you home.” His lips traced up the side of her neck, ending at the sensitive flesh behind her ear. “Will I get you home tonight, Rox?”

“Yes.” She hadn’t made a conscious decision, but the inevitability had been there. Long before the date had started. “I’m going home with you. And that was your third and final question.”

“Good.” She felt a breeze as he lifted her dress, but warmth replaced it immediately. He pushed his hips against her mostly bare bottom, pinning her to the wall. “Feel what you did, you sexy-as-f*ck girl. I need you to take care of it.”

“I’m going to take care of it so good.” Her head spun a little when she heard herself. She never said things like this. Never sounded like this. It was exciting. It was disconcerting as hell.

Her scattered thoughts imploded as he yanked her panties aside and pushed his middle finger inside her. The sudden fullness was so unexpected that she barely managed to trap the scream inside her throat. Her fingers curled on the wall, scraping for purchase and finding none. As if sensing her lack of balance, Louis held her tighter with his other arm, keeping her locked against his body.

“I’ve got you.” He leaned back a little, taking her with him. “You just tell me what you like and I’ll make sure you get it. That’s how this is going to work.”

When he began worrying her clit with his thumb, her head dropped back onto his shoulder. “Oh, God. More of that. Faster.”

Slowly, he licked up the side of her neck. “You’ll want my tongue fast, too, won’t you?”

Oh, God. “Yes.”

His hips circled against her bottom, smooth dress pants the only barrier between them. He pushed a second finger inside her without letting up on his perfect torture of her sensitive flesh. The ache inside her moved and expanded, encompassing her. She wanted to writhe against him but didn’t want to move for fear the quickening feeling would go away. An anchor. She needed an anchor, so she turned her head and found his mouth, moaning when he gave her exactly what she needed. Hot, furious kissing.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were so dark they looked as if they belonged to somebody else. “Come on my fingers now, Roxy. I need to get you somewhere I can be inside you.”

His final two words were accompanied by hard thrusts of his fingers, propelling her across the finish line. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she shook against his hand. Louis’s hold on her was the only thing keeping her from falling into a heap on the sidewalk, her body felt so limbless. Between her legs, he continued to stroke her, but his touch had turned soothing, gentle. Experienced. Good Lord, he’d accomplished in two minutes what usually took her ten minutes, a bottle of wine, and a Jason Statham movie. It threw her a little, exactly how good he was at this.

The stroking between her legs stilled before his touch left her altogether. “What’s going on inside your head?”

Stop being ridiculous. You performed a singing telegram about his penis on day one. This isn’t news to you. Nothing has changed. You’re not his girlfriend.

Roxy turned and looked into two questioning eyes. “Nothing.” She went up on her toes and kissed his chin. “Take me home.”





Chapter 10



CONGRATULATIONS, YOU’RE A depraved *.

Louis nodded at the doorman as he walked into his building. Roxy walked beside him, her hand tucked inside his. It made him feel a little sick, knowing the doorman probably wanted to high-five him for bringing home yet another girl, but he couldn’t exactly stop and explain to the guy how she was different. How he hoped she’d be walking through the door a hell of a lot more than once. No, he couldn’t do that, because she’d gone somewhere inside that head of hers, and he didn’t know how to get her back. He shouldn’t be focused on getting her naked, he should be talking to her.