Page 125 of Catching Feelings

He frowns at me. “Negative to both.” He looks over his shoulder then back at me. “I forgot my joggers were around my knees. You were so needy and didn’t give me time to strip properly. It’s all your fault.”

“Oh, is it now?” I giggle, running my hands along his shoulders and down his arms. “You sure it’s not the lack of muscles here?” I try to pinch him, but his skin is tight over his bulging biceps.

“Brat.”

He blows a raspberry on my neck, which is my ticklish spot, and makes me laugh harder, which pushes him out from between my legs. I feel his absence instantly, and my eyes grow wide, as do his.

A warm trickle spills down my seam and pools underneath me. My cheeks grow warm with embarrassment.

Miles pushes back to his knees and my legs lay sprawled on either side of him. “Well, look at this mess you made.”

I try to close my legs, but he has me trapped. “Oh, God,” I moan, mortified. Squeezing my eyes shut, I drape my arm over my face. “I’ll clean it up. Can you give me some privacy?”

He clucks his tongue and runs his finger along the inside of my thigh. “You’re lying in a bucket of cum. This is your fault.” There’s a teasing tone in his voice, and I sneak my eyes open.

Bucket of cum? Who says that? Miles. Miles says stuff like that. He’s staring down between my legs, a goofy grin on his face.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” He snaps his head up then moves so he’s hovering over me. “Sorry for drawing out the pounds of cum I’ve been storing up since we last made love? I don’t think you’re sorry one bit. I think you liked putting me in cardiac arrest. Is that so you could revive me after, Doc?”

I shake my head, trying to follow his line of logic, which is like a long, complicated math problem with a few words or sentences missing so you have to figure it out on your own.

“It’s my mess too.”

“Not really.” He brushes his lips against mine. “I licked, sucked, and drank most of your cum.”

Ho-ly shit. Dirty talking Miles Buckingham is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Even when he’s looking at me with those lusty eyes, and his body is moving deep inside me, he still manages to bring a smile—and often laughter—to my face.

Shivers run down my body. “Can we go to your bedroom now?”

His caramel eyes dance with mischief. “Cold, baby?”

I shake my head and he glances down at my pebbled nipples.

“Then why are your nipples slicing open my chest?” He drags his torso down my body and pulls one into his mouth.

My back arches off the floor and I moan. He massages my other breast,and I run my foot along the back of his thigh. My heel gets caught in his joggers, so I push them down as far as I can reach.

“You want these off?” he asks, switching to my other breast.

“Yes.”

“Your wish is my command.” He jumps to his feet with more dexterity than I would think a six-foot-five man should have and kicks his pants aside. He stands over me, hands on his hips, erection pointing straight at me. “Fuck, you’re a vision. So pretty with your lips plump and pink from my mouth.” He drops his gaze to my breasts. “They match your nipples.” His gaze moves farther south between my legs. “And your other lips. I could stare at you all night.”

My hands move to cover my breasts and crotch.

“Don’t be shy with me now, Rowan.” Like a switch has been flipped, his eyes darken and his dick twitches. “Fuck.”

Miles reaches down for my hand, pulls me up, then flips me over his shoulder and smacks my ass.

Oh. My. God.No one has ever spanked me before. My pussy clenches and I think I might have leaked a little. His cum or mine, I’m not sure.

I stare down at the mess on his floor. “Miles. We need to clean that up or it will stain your carpet.”

“A permanent marking of our love? I’m game. Let’s make a mess all over this place. Let’s stain it with our love.”

“You did not just say that.” I try to act horrified, but I can’t help my laughter as he jogs to his bedroom and flops me on his bed.

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