Chase Me (Broke and Beautiful #1)(41)

“Enough of that,” he rasped, reaching into his pants pocket to find the condom. He’d put it there this morning before going to see Roxy, just in case. Knowing what she did to him. Such as right now, when he could barely breathe or think past taking her hard and fast and thoroughly. Thoroughly enough that she’d be back for more. Immediately. Tonight.

Louis ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth, grateful when Roxy did the rest, rolling the latex down his length with shaky fingers. Task completed, she hit him with that look again. That take me now look that had landed them downstairs in this dim file room. While those heavy-lidded eyes somehow got him even more worked up, she unhooked the top three buttons on her dress, giving him an eyeful of the black bra underneath, a lacy one that pushed her breasts up like an offering.

His body moved like lightning to pin her hard against the cabinet. “What did I tell you about the next time you wrap those legs around my waist?” He leaned down and kissed each side of her cleavage. “Do you remember?”

She nodded, causing their lips to slip together.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I need it.”

He dropped his hands to her ass, running his palms over the rounded flesh and squeezing tight. “Get them up here, then. Right now.”

Roxy’s arms wrapped around his neck so she could climb his body. Those thighs slipped around his waist with such smooth perfection that he had to bite her shoulder to stop from shouting. Nothing compared, though, to the friction of his dick sliding between her legs, over the spot he’d touched with his hands, dreamed of touching with his mouth. Not one of his fantasies had done justice to the sensation. It drove him past his breaking point. Not taking another second to savor, he gripped himself and drove deep inside her.

Oh, God. So f*cking good. Tight and wet and mine. Roxy. Roxy. He watched her teeth sink into her bottom lip to prevent a scream from escaping over the feel of him. And he f*cking lost it. His attention whittled down to one person, one need. Nothing else existed for him. He withdrew slightly, then thrust into her again, harder. Their mutual moans were interrupted by his mouth. Closer. He had to touch all of her, get as close as possible. Keeping his tongue battling with hers, Louis levered her hips against the cabinet and started to f*ck. There was no other way to describe the rough, dirty pace of what he did to her. It only grew more intense when she began moving with him, widening her thighs and circling her hips like she couldn’t get enough.

“How dare you make me need to f*ck you this bad, Roxy,” he growled against her mouth, hips pumping furiously. “How dare you.”

She fisted his hair and pulled. “Same goes,” she gasped. “Don’t stop. Please.”

“You want it harder, beautiful? Say the word. I’ll get it even deeper if you can take it.”

“Yes. Harder.”

A tide was rising inside him, higher, higher. Dying to be let out. No control . . . he had no control. This lack of restraint never happened to him, and it felt goddamn amazing. He didn’t want control if it meant stopping. Roxy’s legs tightened around him and started to shake, telling him he wasn’t alone. They were in this together. She wanted it harder, and he couldn’t think past that. His hips drove her back against the file cabinet with a slam, and something wild broke free inside him. He buried his face in Roxy’s neck to keep himself grounded as he thrust into her over and over, yanking her thighs up every time they slipped low on his hips.

“Louis,” she screamed. Some part of his brain must have still been working, because he covered her mouth with his own to prevent her from making any more noise. He tried to deepen the kiss, but she threw her head back and writhed slowly against him, tightening up where their bodies connected. Pulsing, shuddering. “Oh my God.”

“You come, baby?” He groaned. “I need to come so bad, Rox. You’re squeezing me so tight. Just keep your legs around me a little longer, okay? Just let me f*ck you a little longer.”

Sweat had started to dot her brow. He loved it. Loved seeing how he affected her. She nodded at him, hooking her ankles together behind his back. “Come on, Louis,” she breathed. “Take what you need.”

“I need you,” he said against her neck. “You.”

Taking her ass in his hands, he jerked her down onto his hardness in quick hauls. Faster, faster, until his motions blurred. The sexy little surprised sounds she made drove him higher, and he finally let the tide overtake him. He slammed her hips one final time against the cabinet and pushed deep, growling her name into her hair.

“Ah f*ck. Fuck. Roxy, it’s too good. You’re so good. Hold on to me.”

“I’m here.”

He wanted to stay there all day, holding her like this, buried inside her. With her ankles crossed at the small of his back, arms around his neck, they couldn’t get any closer. She fit him like a perfect mold. Dammit, he loved the feeling of her clinging to him, the muscles in her body having gone lax. Needing him to hold her up. It stirred something in his chest. Something fierce and protective. Now that the urgency had passed, he remembered her reluctance to talk about the audition. That flash of uncertainty he’d seen before she’d hid it. He’d tried to make her happy, help her get the opportunity she deserved, and he’d failed.

Louis pressed his lips to her forehead. “I’m sorry about the audition.”