Chase Me (Broke and Beautiful #1)(50)

When they reached the door to his apartment, she very deliberately brushed against him on the way inside, letting her breasts drag across the tops of his abs. His eyelids drooped and he cursed. “Please, Roxy. If my balls get any bluer, this date is going to take place in the Emergency Room.”

“What were you thinking about?” She reached behind him and pushed the apartment door shut, letting their bodies glide together. Letting her mouth drag slowly, slowly against his neck. “When you were . . . polishing.”

“I can’t say.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “A man’s spank bank is sacred.”

“Is that so?” Roxy trailed a finger down the center of his stomach, tucking it just beneath the waistband of his jeans. “I might be willing to help if you tell me.”

The back of his head hit the door. “Somebody up there either hates me or loves me.” He took a deep breath. “Roxy, I meant what I said last night. I want more than this from you.”

Something deep inside her chest responded to the frustration in his voice. She kissed his mouth softly and looked him in the eye. “I know that, Louis. I’m convinced, okay?” Their next kiss lingered, but seeing that his eyes were squeezed shut, she pulled back before he could deepen it. “Tell me what you thought about.”

He growled low in his throat. “You. I thought of you in the stupid cheerleader uniform. I hate the damn thing, but I cannot f*cking stop thinking about it. You were . . .” His teeth sunk into his bottom lip. “Touching yourself.”

Heat settled low and heavy in her midsection. With anyone else, this kind of confession would bother her. It didn’t with Louis. Misery laced with honesty in his voice, making her feel safe. Sympathetic. Turned on. So many different emotions that she didn’t know where to direct them. So she went with what felt right. And it felt right to help ease his suffering.

“Well, I don’t have the uniform with me.” She flicked open the button on her jeans and drew down the zipper. “But I can touch myself for you, Louis.”

His bare chest shuddered. “No?”

She tilted her head. “Was that a question?”

“I don’t know?”

Oh, Jesus. I really like this guy. A lot. Roxy let her eyes drift shut and slipped her fingers inside her panties. When her fingers met the most sensitive part of her, she gasped and Louis groaned. His hands shook as he reached out and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt, then shoved the material wide. Those dark eyes devoured the sight of her breasts, his mouth working as if he could already taste them.

“Tell me what you want, Rox.”

“I want to finish what you started.”

She watched the debate take place inside his head, but when his eyes glazed over, she knew need had won out. He worked the fly of his jeans quickly, wincing as he took himself out. His hand worked his hard flesh as he watched her, appearing riveted by the sight of her hand moving inside her jeans. He looked f*cking gorgeous, teeth torturing his bottom lips, arm and stomach muscles flexing with every smooth, practiced movement. The entryway light picked up the sheen of sweat on his chest, making his skin glow. She needed this relief just as bad as he did, she just hadn’t realized it.

“Tell me what it feels like to you.”

A sob tripped over her lips. “Warm. Soft. It feels like me.”

“I already know how you feel. Don’t I? Did you like my hand up your skirt that night?”

“Yes.”

How often had he done this while thinking of her? Was today the first time? She didn’t have the capacity to ask, because she felt the oncoming release tightening her muscles. So soon? She leaned close and licked at the seam of his mouth until he opened up. He kissed her wildly as their hands moved between them. The hungry moan that erupted from his throat finished her. She shook as pleasure flooded her system. Relief, surprise . . . she felt overwhelmed by the combination. He still hadn’t reached the end, and she suddenly wanted him there with her so desperately that she found herself dropping to her knees.

“Roxy.” His breathing grew even harsher. He clearly wanted what she was offering, but he still attempted to draw her back to her feet. “Fuck. I can’t say no right now. I can’t.”

“So don’t.” She gripped him at the base of his thick arousal and brought him to her lips. He felt so full inside her mouth, his hands so good in her hair, that she lost herself to the moment. Every stroke of her tongue, nip of her teeth, and pump of her fist drew a reaction from him. His words blurred together above her as she worked him with her mouth, up and down, taking him deep and sucking her way back up. She’d never enjoyed doing this much before, but it felt right with Louis. It felt great. Perfect.

“Stand up, baby. Please. I can’t. Don’t do . . . yes, f*ck yes. Grip it tighter.” His free hand formed a fist in her hair. “I’m there . . . I’m there, Rox. Jesus, get up here. Let me kiss you while I come.”

She heard him begging but didn’t want to obey. The choice was taken away from her when Louis yanked her, one-handed, to her feet and stamped his mouth over hers, hot and frantic, matching the pace of his strokes. The loud groan he released into her mouth moved through her, shivering its way into her belly and spreading. She could actually feel the strength of his release.

His movements slowed and he sagged back against the door, taking her with him. Together, they slid down the wood and ended up on the ground, her sitting on his lap. He pulled her close but was careful not to touch her with his right hand. She suspected he’d need to get up soon to find a washcloth. Funny how the idea of that didn’t embarrass her at all. After what they’d just shared, she wasn’t sure anything between them would ever be embarrassing. It made her feel free. Light. So of course, her other half, the half that felt uncomfortable with light and easy, chimed in and told her to be cautious. To look out for dropping shoes.