Page 3 of Catching Feeling

“Okay, I’ll go with you.”

She drags her eyes to mine. “Uh. No, thanks. I don’t need a chaperone. I’m a big girl.”

“You’re not getting into an Uber alone, Viv. You’ve been drinking, and it’s late. It’s not the end of the world to share an Uber. I’m a gentleman, and I want to make sure you get home safe.”

“Fine, Father.” She smarts while she finishes arranging the Uber on her phone.

My lips tilt up at her bratty comment. “I prefer Daddy, but whatever works for you, babe.”

I pull my phone from my pocket and scroll until the car gets here since she’s now ignoring me. I’m not very big on social media, but I try to keep up with a few friends from back home.

After a few minutes of silence, a sleek black Tahoe pulls up to the curb just as I’m shoving my phone back in my pocket.

Viv reaches for the door, but I stop her, opening it. “I’ve got it.”

I’m served another eye roll that makes me want to spank her ass, and then she climbs into the back seat, and I slide in after her.

The driver pulls from the curb without a word and thankfully cranks the music louder, only slightly drowning out the tension that seems to be buzzing like a live wire between us.

It’s hard for me to be quiet or still for any period of time, so I only manage a few minutes before I’m joking, “Did we just have our first fight, babe?”

I expect something smart-ass from her, but instead she actually laughs. “God, you’re ridiculous.”

I decide I like the sound of it way too much.

I shrug, reaching out to brush her hair off her shoulder, and her gaze flits to me. “Ridiculously charming, I know.” My smirk widens into a smile, and she rolls her eyes again and huffs, then glances back down at the phone in her lap.

Silence once more fills the cab around us, but I never move my hand, the rough pads of my fingers continually drawing circles on her soft milky skin. I expect her to reach up and stop me, but she doesn’t.

The further along we ride, the more she leans into my touch until I feel her pressed against my side as she gazes out the window, watching the cars pass by.

I shouldn’t love fighting with her, arguing until I want to either spank her or kiss her, but it seems to be the one thing we seem to do well when we’re together.

Bringing my hand down to her bare thigh, I brush my thumb along the exposed skin until she begins to squirm against me.

When it comes to her, I’ve got the patience of a fucking saint, and this time… I want her to be the one to give in.

Inch by inch, I slide my hand higher until I’m playing with the rough hem of her shorts.

My eyes shift to hers, and when she catches my gaze, her eyes flicker and drop to my lips, lingering for a brief moment before sliding back up to meet mine. When my fingers graze the skin under the hem of her shorts, her breath hitches, and her pupils go wide.

“Fuck it.” The words rush from her lips in a whisper as she climbs into my lap, the juncture of her thighs brushing against my already hardening cock, and her lips slam against mine in a kiss that has my balls aching.

It’s messy, and frantic, and fucking hot.

Her tongue slides into my mouth, and she moans at the contact, sucking my tongue as she explores my mouth with her hands fisted tightly in the locks of my hair. The needy, desperate sound of her whimpers shoots directly to my dick, somehow making me even harder, arousal snaking down my spine.

Finally, we both give in to what we’ve been dancing around since the day that I met her, that taut line of tension and pent-up need snapping like a rubber band between us. I’ve wanted her since the moment I laid eyes on her, and finally touching her, kissing her, feeling her grinding against my dick feels like I could lift the goddamn world.

Her hips rock, and she nips at my lips while my fingers dig into the flesh at her waist and she pants against my mouth. When she pulls back, searing me with her molten gaze, I’m scared she’s going to flee like earlier, but instead, she slides her hand down my chest to the bottom of my T-shirt and tugs it up. Her hand slips into my jeans and palms my aching cock over my boxers, and an involuntary deep, guttural noise sounds from the back of my throat.

This fucking girl.

Her lips tilt into a smirk when she grips me harder. “See how much fun it is to hate each other, Reese?”

There’s the softest brush of her lips against mine, teasing, taunting, and then I feel her smile against them. If we were any-fucking-where else, I’d put her on her knees and spank the fuck out of her for being such a little brat.

Instead, I slide my hand into the hair at her nape and tug her head back, exposing the column of her throat to press a hot kiss against her flesh. My teeth rake against her pulse point, and then I suck the spot, soothing it as she whimpers against the top of my head.

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