Chase Me

going to disappear every time we have a bad moment or my sisters show up looking like something out of a haunted house. I need you to stick. The fuck. Around.” Their thighs melded together, his belt buckle nudged her stomach. “You’ve been keeping me awake at night since we met, and until now, I honestly didn’t know if you felt anything for me. So, yeah. If you’re mad at me for not calling? Good.”

No good deed goes unpunished

breath fanned her ear, sending her pulse into hyperdrive. “Mad at me for not calling?”

“Nope,” she said too quickly.

“Yes, you are.” He dropped the bag with a thud beside her, then lifted his hand to curl it around the back of her neck. “Good.”

“Good?” Irritation prickled along her skin. Irritation. Not awareness. Right. “Are you playing games with me now, Louis? I thought that was my job.”

“It is. And you’re good at it.” He pulled back to stare at her mouth, but he didn’t kiss her. “I don’t play games. But I’m also not going to be the guy who you keep blowing off.”

Her throat felt tight. “I didn’t blow you off.”

He ignored her, massaging the back of her neck with his thumb. Holy hell, it felt great. Everything about this felt great. Having him close. Breathing in his scent. She wanted to sink into him and never come up for air. “I want to know that you’re not

Jesus. He was turning into a sap. Something needed to give. He wanted to be able to pick up the phone and call Roxy whenever the hell he felt like it, knowing she’d be happy to hear from him. This second-guessing bullshit was starting to get old

Bring her home to Mom. She’s a keeper.”

You thinking of knocking it out again?”

This would be his chance to make her feel secure, to prove he wanted the real thing.