Chase Me (Broke and Beautiful #1)(54)

Louis frowned. “Would you prefer a cabernet?”

A laugh escaped, sounding more like a groan. “That better be a joke.”

One of his eyebrows lifted. “I could say the same to you.”

He sounded . . . mad? She hadn’t expected that. At the end of her speech, she’d fully expected him to brush her hair back and say something reassuring. Tell her they would never be those people she’d just described. Instead, he looked as if he wanted to shake her. “I didn’t mean to offend you, I just—”

“You just what?” He closed the distance between them and kept right on coming, until she had to back up or get run over. She’d only taken two backward steps, when her bottom hit the kitchen table. Louis planted his fists on either side of her, forcing her to lean back. “You thought I’d give you some shitty wine and a boring f*ck?”

“No, I—”

“No? That’s what it sounded like.” He removed one hand from the table to unbutton her jeans before yanking down the zipper. Roxy’s breath started to race in and out, joining her quickening pulse. Oh, God. What was going on here? She should be alarmed at his obvious anger, but her body was responding to his aggression like crazy. More. “I don’t drink wine, I don’t need an excuse or some lame-ass move to kiss you.” He shucked her shoes, ripped her jeans down her legs, and tossed them over his shoulder in one movement. “And baby, I’d still get you off screaming in the missionary position. Too bad that’s not what you’re going to get tonight, huh?”

She started to say yes, or maybe it was no. The answer leaked out of her head when he picked her up by the waist and set her on the table. “Can you please repeat the question?”

Louis didn’t answer. His gaze swept her instead, traveling up her legs and ending between her thighs. She now wore only her light blouse and a turquoise thong. That perusal made her so anxiously hot that she found herself letting her knees fall further apart so he could see her better. His fingers dragged down the sensitive inside of her thigh before tracing over the turquoise material gently. “It’s only been one day since I was deep inside here, but it’s been too long.” Unexpectedly, he gave her a rough squeeze through her panties. “I know ways to get it deeper.”

Roxy’s back arched on a moan. Ohmygodohmygod. “Louis . . .”

“Louis, what?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer as he tugged the panties down her legs and dropped them onto the table. A hungry sound hummed in his throat as he looked her over. “You look like you’re going to be sweet, Rox.”

Heat rocked her, making her dizzy. That dizziness, that escape from reality, gave her the excuse to be a little wild. To live in the now. She reached for the hem of her shirt and drew it over her head. When she started to remove her bra, Louis stayed her hand and did it himself, leaving her completely naked. And him still fully clothed. Knowing the gorgeous body he was hiding, that felt like sacrilege.

She reached out with the intention of unbuttoning his pants, but he caught her wrist. “Not yet. If you touch me, I’m going to need to get inside you.”

“Sounds good.”

Humor only momentarily eclipsed the hunger in his eyes, before it came back even stronger than before. “You don’t like plans or traditional shit. I get that.” He pushed her legs wide and licked, long and slow, down the inside of her right thigh. “But I do like plans. I’ve been planning all week on going down on you. So lay back and deal with it.”

Roxy collapsed back onto the table at the first touch of his mouth. His energy changed almost immediately. His tongue dragged over her flesh with devastating thoroughness, slow, slooooow. Until something inside him seemed to break and cost him his discipline. The hands holding her thighs apart grew rougher, his throaty growls vibrating her center sent shock waves through her body she swore would kill her. His tongue curled around the part of her that needed the most attention, then worried it quickly.

“Faster, faster.” She plowed her fingers into his hair. He made an appreciative noise, letting her know he liked that, so she pulled on the strands harder. “Oh, God. So good.”

Already her muscles had started to tighten, all the way up to her throat. Her breasts heaved, blocking her view of anything but Louis’s broad back and her spread thighs on either side of him. The sight pushed her a little closer, she just needed—

Louis slid two big fingers inside her, sucking her clitoris into his mouth at the same time. A scream launched all the way from her midsection as she came. It happened without warning, like being hit by a tidal wave, and all she could do was sink down, down. Louis yanked her back to the surface, though, dragging her from the table before she could refill her lungs with oxygen. She held on to the table and watched him through bleary eyes as he freed himself from his pants and rolled on a condom. As it had earlier that night, seeing his hand wrapped around his length sent a bolt of electricity to her core. Already her body wanted more. More of everything he could give.

She gasped when he spun her around to face the table. A firm hand at the center of her back pressed her forward, bending her at the waist. Her pulse kicked back up into its earlier erratic rhythm at the realization he was going to take her this way. Yes. This is what she wanted. What she’d been dying for. The rush. The urgency. No planning or pretense required.

Louis jerked her hips higher, forcing her to bow her back. The confidence in his touch made everything inside her twist with need. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked back at him, wanting to remember everything about this moment later.