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Seeing him kneel down in front of her, frustration evident in every line of his body, sparked an ache deep inside her. If she joined him on the floor now, she could make him cave on the no kissing rule, easy peasy.
“You all set for your audition?” “With these fancy new kicks? I’m a shoe-in.” His face transformed with a reluctant grin. “Stop being so damn cute or I’ll break my no kissing rule.”
It felt as though he’d been in a dry spell for eleven months instead of eleven measly days. His mouth had gone dry, his palms were on fire with the need to touch her.
He was standing in the middle of a busy courthouse, his colleagues and professional acquaintances roaming the halls around him, and he saw none of it, none of them. He could only see Roxy with her pleading eyes and parted lips.
“How dare you drive me so out of my mind that I have to pound you against a fucking file cabinet.”
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.
Roxy smirked at them and turned, bracing herself to open the door. This was ridiculous. How could this guy make her feel nervous and secure at the same time? She wanted to see him, but she also wanted to run back into her room and hide under her bed.
She dodged his mouth, even though she wanted to faint in his arms and beg to be ravaged like in a black-and-white movie.
She thought of how he’d calmed his sisters down Saturday night, the way he’d handled the difficult situation with such ease. Even the way he’d talked her down in Fletcher’s bedroom after her botched attempt at stripperhood. Who the hell was this guy? The vagina whisperer?
Yeah, he hadn’t been looking for a relationship. But now he’d met this girl who made him feel a thousand different ways at one time, and he’d already formed an addiction to her. To those overwhelming feelings. And it might already be over.
Unbelievable how quickly things had changed. He couldn’t be more thankful at the moment not to have a self-induced concussion. Roxy had just asked him out. Would she take back the invitation if he did the running man?
The second he’d pulled her into his office and held her this morning, her frayed threads had stitched themselves back together. While she recognized the danger of that, of relying on a guy to feel better, she couldn’t seem to help herself. She’d fallen prey to the Louis Effect.
She felt hot and desirable, knowing he wanted her so bad he had to touch himself before they even spent time together. He’d done it so he’d be in the condition to prove a point. That he wanted more than physical contact with her.
He looked fucking 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.
Louis blew out a long breath and kissed her forehead. “I don’t go on a lot of dates, but I’m almost positive blow jobs are reserved for after dinner.”
Fine, the evening had definitely not started as he’d planned, with her knocking on his door as he’d performed the holiest of acts, but damn. How beautiful were the stars tonight? He’d never really noticed before!
If he had to struggle not to look at her mouth every time she spoke to him, well, he was only a man. And this man had just had his world rocked.
He thought he’d truly fucked up letting himself get carried away with her, when he’d gone to such lengths to convince her of his good intentions. Then she’d smiled up at him without a hint of remorse on her face, and he’d kind of fallen half in love with her.
Louis didn’t know exactly where he fell on the love time line; he only knew that the cautious happiness he’d watched transform her since they’d left the apartment was having a direct effect on his own. It made him feel like a fucking rock star, and he wanted her to stay happy. To be the reason she stayed that way.
Apparently he wasn’t as enlightened as he’d thought, something he’d only realized since meeting Roxy and being blindsided by the urge to take care of her. She could take care of herself, he knew that. It didn’t stop him from wanting the job.
Her parents not caring or encouraging her to pursue her goals made him angry on her behalf. She was dynamic, smart, and talented. She deserved better than that. His family might be bat shit crazy, but they supported one another. In their own annoying, often long-distance way.
“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?”
“Do you have any idea how you’re looking at me right now?” “How is that?” she asked, voice unrecognizable. “Like you’d beg for it if I asked.”
“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.”
Without her, he’d never have felt this. He required her. Another person. He’d never expected to feel that way in his life.
She woke up to his laugh and fell asleep to his heartbeat. How in the hell was that possible, when they’d only spent one night together? Had she contracted some kind of illness as she’d slept in his bed, which was ruining her for life?
She wanted him to be wrong. He had been wrong to go behind her back and omit the truth. But his actions had been done in consideration of her, and that’s where she got tripped up. Her anger over what he’d done was tempered with an annoying sprinkle of gratefulness. He cared. He’d done it because he cared. And now he was gone.
Russell looked like the heavens had just opened up and spat out an angel. His lips moved, no sound escaping, but Roxy thought she read the words Pretty, so pretty.
