Page 47 of Catching Feeling

I let my eyes drop closed so I don’t puke in the back seat of this man’s car. I don’t get carsick often, but my head is still spinning from earlier, and I do not trust my ability to keep it together. We’re only a ten-minute drive from Kappa to our house, so it feels like a minute later we’re pulling up.

That’s probably because my perception of time is as tanked as I am right now.

“Let’s go, Viv,” Reese says softly in my ear as he unbuckles my seat belt and helps me out of the car. I didn’t even hear him get out with how I was trying to calm my stomach.

The car pulls away, leaving us on the curb, and he stops me from falling over. “C’mon, up you go.”

He squats in front of me, giving me his back. I definitely do check out his ass in this position. Holy shit. All of that squatting has clearly paid off.

My eyebrows shoot up. “Um, you are not giving me a piggyback all the way inside.”

“Yeah, I am, or I’m gonna throw you over my shoulder again. Either way, I’m getting you in that house. You’re about to break a fucking ankle in those things.”

Glancing down at my shoes, I wiggle my toes. Okay, that’s fair. I’m one step away from becoming one with the pavement.

“Fine,” I sigh, then walk over to him and place my hands on his shoulders as he hikes me effortlessly onto his back, his hands holding the back of my thighs.

He’s walking toward the house when he says, “See how easy things can be when you aren’t being a brat?”

“Don’t make me kick you, Reese.”

Chuckling, he carries me up the driveway and to the front door of our house before depositing me gently on my feet, then unlocking the door.

Once we’re inside, I toss my purse onto the counter, then hobble toward the couch to try and remove these monstrosities from my feet. Whoever said shoes were a girl’s best friend lied. “Thank you for the piggyback ride.”

He walks over to where I’m sitting and bends down to his knee, stopping my fumbling hand from unbuckling the strap of my heel. “What else are my muscles for?”

Well, I could think of at least five things.

A shiver passes through me when his fingers dance along the skin on my ankle as he unbuckles the strap of my heel. His face is a mask of concentration as he works, and it’s possibly the sexiest thing ever, seeing him on his knees in front of me being so… sweet and helpful.

Christ, this has to be the tequila talking.

“I think I told you once that pink was my new favorite color,” he rasps, dragging his gaze to mine and making my cheeks run hot. He said that to me when he had me in nothing but my favorite set of pale pink lace, his eyes burning with need so brightly that I still remember it.

I feel the familiar lick of heat inside of me right now, the throb in my clit pulsing in time with my heart.

“But I lied. I think it might be this exact shade of purple,” he says, eyeing my dress.

My throat feels tight, arousal prickling beneath the surface as I swallow roughly but remain silent. He quickly makes work of my shoes and carefully pulls them off my aching feet.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

He nods. “Do you need anything else?”

Your dick? Preferably balls-deep in me while I ride you? Your tongue inside me?

“Nope. I’m good. Thank you, again.”

His grin is still light, and when he stands in front of me, then twists in the direction of his room, I’m immediately regretting not telling him what I actually want.

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reese

Boo Bitch

Fuck. Me.

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