Chase Me (Broke and Beautiful #1)(57)

Louis’s hips came off the bed on a curse. “For chrissake, get up here so I can f*ck you.”

She gently teased the inside of his thigh with her fingernails. “I’m not done.”

He jackknifed into a sitting position and gripped her above the elbows. She made a sound of protest as he dragged her warm, sexy body onto his lap. Until they came face-to-face, he didn’t realize she still looked drowsy from sleep. Soft. Her lips, hair . . . eyes. She looked so beautiful and soft. But he couldn’t control the lust she’d sparked long enough to enjoy it. Or the fact that she’d obviously slept so well in his bed, his arms. No, he needed her too bad. He reached between them to stroke his dick once, run it through the flesh at the juncture of her legs to test whether or not she was ready. Christ, of course she was ready. So slick and ready.

“You get that way sucking me off?” Reaching toward his bedside table blindly for a condom, he bit her bottom lip and tugged. “Wet as f*ck.”

“Yes.” The single word came out sounding like a shudder. She hummed in her throat as he rolled the condom on, as if she couldn’t wait another second. Good, he couldn’t, either. “You were saying my name in your sleep, so I—”

He cut her off by driving deep inside her on a hard upward thrust, savoring, his eyes shut, the scream she let loose. Heaven. I never want to leave here. Now. This morning with her. “Now you know, huh? Now you know I can’t stop thinking about you even when I’m asleep.”

She gasped as he rolled his hips. “I think about you, too.”

“Not like I think about you. Impossible.” He gripped her ass, molding it with his hands, remembering the promise he’d made her the night of the bachelor party. The first time you ride me, I’m going to grip your ass just like this. I’m going to move you where I want you. How fast. How slow. It’ll all be up to me and this grip. He remembered his promise word for word because he’d been fantasizing about it ever since his subconscious had created the image. Now, he fell back onto the bed and pumped his hips into her twice. “You’ll be thinking about me a lot more after this, won’t you? Move.”

Eyes lit up with challenge, she braced her hands on his shoulders. She lifted, lifted until he was only partially buried inside her, then she came down on him hard.

“Fuck,” he grated. With her thighs spread wide on either side of him, she worked him up and down, breathy whimpers filling the air between them. The look on her face summed up how he felt. In disbelief that something could feel this good and right. His need for more took over then. He’d woken up to this and hadn’t had time to anticipate the avalanche of lust she always shot him full of. Slow and sweet wouldn’t be happening this morning. Maybe never where he and Roxy were concerned.

He urged her to move faster, up and back. She liked that, he could tell by the way her breath caught, the way her eyes squeezed shut. It rubbed her against him, stroked that spot he’d used to set her off earlier with his fingers. But he knew her, he knew she liked hard and fast. Same as him. He tightened his hold on her ass and let her bounce a few times, while thrusting up to meet her.

She sobbed loudly. “Yes. More, Louis. Faster.”

God, he loved those words coming from her mouth. He’d never get tired of them. “How fast, baby?” He kept her elevated above his hips and drove up into her hard and quick, over and over, the sound of smacking flesh making him even harder. “How’s that feel? You want it faster?”

It was too late, though. She clenched up around him, her thighs shaking and flexing as she cried out. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

Unable to give her even a second to recover, he flipped her onto her back. His blood raced through his veins, a roaring took up residence in his ears. Need her. I f*cking need her. He locked their hands together and pinned them over her head, burying himself deeper inside her on a growl. “Just you and me from now on, Rox. No one else. Ever. Just each other, okay?”

She looked up at him through cloudy eyes, or maybe his own were cloudy. He was too far gone to tell. Only knew she was everything, this moment was everything, and he couldn’t be without her. No f*cking way. She locked her ankles at the small of his back and nodded. “You and me, Louis.”

He buried his face against her neck and gave himself over to relief, chanting her name as he went off inside her. With her arms wrapped around his back, thighs squeezing his waist, he’d never felt so powerful, while at the same time feeling completely helpless. Without her, he’d never have felt this. He required her. Another person. He’d never expected to feel that way in his life.

They lay that way, bodies fused together, for what felt like hours, but it still went too quickly. Sunlight slowly filled the room as he focused on her breathing, perfectly content to let her trail her fingers up and down his back for the rest of his life if she would agree to it. He finally threw a resentful glance at his bedside clock, sickened when he realized he only had half an hour to shower and get to work. Roxy must have interpreted his sigh correctly, because she slapped his ass and rolled out from under him.

“Get moving, McNally. Someone has to save the world, and it’s not going to be me.”

You save my world. “I think I’m coming down with a cold.” He gave a fake cough and shivered. “I’d hate to get everyone in the office sick.”

“I take back what I said about your acting skills.”