Risk it all |L.T |

Chapter 23

Spending the morning with Louis has been perfect. Even though most of it has been spent in bed unable to keep our hands off each other, when he did finally admit defeat and went to get breakfast I took that as the perfect chance to have shower but even that ended in sex. He came back before I had finished and quickly joined me, and even though all we were supposed to be doing was having a wash it some how ended up with me pinned against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist as he shower water washed over us. I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't enjoy every second.
There's something so very addictive about him and I love it.

"I've really gotta leave soon." Lifting my head from his chest to glance up at him and pout, I really don't want him to leave, lay on the sofa wrapped in his arms listening to his heart beat while watching a movie has been pretty perfect.
"I know but I really wish you could stay."
He leans down and softly presses his lips against mine in long lingering kiss. "I wish I could too but I've got to be at the studio by 4pm and I really need to go home and change first, don't want start rumours by wearing the same clothes two days in a row."
"Okay, but do you want to stay for some lunch."
He raises his eyebrows and a wicked grin spreads over his face, I instantly know what he's thinking so I swat his arm "no Louis not that kind of lunch, I think we've had plenty of that today, I'm making pasta"
"Ouch" he playfully rubs his arm "i didn't say anything, you've got a dirty mind."
I quickly kiss his lips and get up from the sofa leaving him lay there looking so comfortable.
"For your information I don't have a dirty mind, it's a sexy imagination." I give him a wink and make my way to the kitchen.

The pasta doesn't take long to cook and I'm soon making my way to the dining table and placing the bowls down "Louis, it's ready."
He walks past and gently pinches my ass "well aren't you just the perfect house wife with a sexy imagination."
I can't help but smile as I shake my head at him.
Watching Louis eat fascinates me, he's such a pig but somehow it's sexy, fuck the power he has over me is insane, he could do anything and I think i would find it hot.
"When's your next modest date?" He asks with a mouth full of food.
"Erm tomorrow I think." I see his eyebrows shoot up confusion. " I have to been seen arriving at rehearsals."
"I'm not surprised, they like the doting girlfriend that just sits there with nothing to do. What time?"
"I'm not sure, I will receive more details tomorrow."
Louis gets up from his chair and makes his way to me and leans on the edge of the table. "Well I'm not complaining because it means I get to see you." There's a sparkle in his eye as he runs his hand down my arm. "But for now, I've got to go."
The sadness that shoots through me is unreal, I stand up and lean on to his chest before running little kisses up his neck and along his chin before reaching his mouth, my tongue quickly wrapping around as his hands slide around to my back and pull me closer, I run my fingers into his hair to try and resist the temptation to push him back on to the table and climb on top of him.
"Fuck Frankie, what are you doing to me." He says before kissing my neck one last time.
"Last time I checked I was kissing you."
"You know what I'm talking about." His signature grin back. I shrug my shoulders to try and play innocent.
"Ok I've really gotta go."
I move allowing him to get up and take his hand to walk him to the door.
"Have fun doing what ever your doing."
"I'll try but I'm pretty sure my mind will be else where." He quickly gives me a kiss  "hmm I'm sure it will." With one last kiss he opens the door ready to leave.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"You sure will"
Just as he turns to leave I get an idea I know he's probably gonna kill me but I can't resist.
"Louis." I reach for his hand and pull him back, before he can say a word I slide my hand along his shoulder taking his shirt with it and before he can work out what I'm doing my mouth his on his bare skin and I suck hard.
Stepping back to admire my handy work, "something to remember me by."
He quickly runs his hand over where my mouth just was "you're a bitch you know that right."
"It's called revenge."
"Really... Well if that's the game were playing you should be scared for mine." He gives me a quick wink and disappears down the hallway.
I close the door and realise just how empty my apartment feels without him here.