Chase Me (Broke and Beautiful #1)(56)

First things first, bro. If he had any hope of feeding his Roxy addiction, he needed to make her okay with them. With their differences. Those differences didn’t mean a damn thing, when every minute they spent together felt special. Like it mattered.

He stopped in front of her and tugged the T-shirt over her head, smiling over the way it messed up her hair. She pushed the dark wave out of her face, looked down, and read the front with a grimace. “Winston and Doubleday company softball game 2014? Don’t you have a Guns and Roses T-shirt in there?”

“We can turn it inside out if you want.”

She eyed him. “You just want to see my rack again.”

“Guilty.” He stepped back slightly so he could unbutton his shirt and kick off his jeans. “Someday maybe I’ll actually get my clothes off first, huh?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” She reclined back on her elbows, and his pulse sped up. In my bed. She’s in my bed and showing no signs of leaving. “I kind of like knowing you can’t wait another second.”

He swallowed heavily. “I couldn’t. I can’t.”

The smile on her face slowly faded. She looked as if she wanted to say something, but changed her mind and sat up again, fidgeting with the hem of his T-shirt. “So what happens at company softball games? Does everyone let the boss win at the risk of losing their job?”

“My boss would see right through that.” Louis walked to the other side of the bed and got in, counting the seconds until he would reach for her. “Someone usually gets too competitive and makes the whole thing brutally awkward. Sometimes it’s me.”

Her laugh made it impossible to wait any longer to touch her, so he looped an arm around her waist and pulled her across the bed. A sigh blew across his shoulder when their bodies met, almost as if she’d been bracing herself. Tension leaked out of her almost immediately, her back molding to his chest, her bottom fitting against his lap. The smell of her hair had his eyes drifting shut, his body relaxing. Or as relaxed as it could get with Roxy mostly naked up against him. There had been a strain racking his muscles since they’d met, but it eased now, little by little, as if she’d cured him just by being there. Finally, a night where he didn’t have to wonder where she was. What she was doing. She was sleeping with him, that’s what the hell she was doing.

“Oh my God.” She yawned. “This is the most comfortable bed in the world.”

“That’s because I’m in it.”

The hum in her throat traveled up his arm. “You and those approachable abs.”

His head came off the pillow. “What was that now?” She shook her head, indicating she wouldn’t answer, so he tickled her ribs, making her squirm. “Explain what you said.”

“Fine,” she gasped. “Just stop tickling me.”

He gave her one final squeeze before stopping.

She tilted her head back on his shoulder. “The first time you answered the door without your shirt on, I thought your abs were approachable. Like you do sit-ups when you feel like it, but not so many that you’re trying too hard.”

Louis processed that with a frown. “I can’t tell if I should be happy about that.”

“You should.” He must have been projecting his skepticism, because she turned to look at him. “I also thought your happy trail should be called a rapture path. Does that help?”

“Fucking right it helps.” Oh Lord, her sleepy giggle made his throat hurt. Especially knowing he’d been the one to make her do it. Rapture path . . . nice. “Know what I thought about you?”

“Why is this chick dressed up like a rabbit?”

“After that.” He tucked her head under his chin. “Before you took the mask off, your voice reminded me of someone I’d met before. It bothered me after you left. If I’d met you before, I would definitely remember, so it didn’t make any sense.” Am I saying too much? Probably. “When I finally tracked you down, I realized I didn’t know you from anywhere. I just knew you. Does that make sense? You were familiar to me even though I’d never met you.”

She stayed silent for a long time, her breathing deep and even. His nature demanded he roll her over to try and decipher her expression. Demand she say something. Just when he thought they were destined to fall asleep with his TMI moment hanging over their heads, she kissed the inside of his arm. “You win, Louis. I’ll stick around.”

Relief blanketed him. He pulled her close and fell into the deepest sleep he could remember.

HE WOKE UP moaning. Someone was licking his dick like a Popsicle, and it felt in-credible.

Popsicles. Roxy. Roxy’s mouth.

Louis’s eyes flew open. There were no more someones. There was only Roxy now. She’d stayed the night and . . . ohhh God. His hands flew to the mass of dark hair laying on his stomach and thighs, snagging it with his fingers. She was trying to kill him, when he’d only had the opportunity to sleep beside her one time? He was so hard that he couldn’t catch his breath. The room was still half dark in the early morning light, and he struggled to see her more clearly through blurred vision. When she came into sharp focus, he almost wished he’d kept his eyes closed. At the sight of her, his stomach muscles screamed into tight coils and he almost came.

She was naked, his softball shirt long gone, knelt down between his outstretched legs. Her breasts swayed with every movement of her mouth, every long lick of her tongue. Both of her eyes were closed up tight, soft, pleasurable sounds purring past her lips. As if she sensed him watching her, those gorgeous eyes opened under heavy eyelids. Keeping their gazes locked, she licked him bottom to top, pausing at the top to lap at the head.