Page 67 of Catching Feelings

?CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

MILES

I tilt my head and drop my hands to my sides, but stay on the other side of the living room. “Say that again.”

“I want you to stay,” she says louder.

Fuck. My dick was already hard, but hearing those words from Rowan...

“For ten minutes? Another round of Would You Rather?” I need her to be clear to me and to herself.

I don’t even feel guilty about making this hard on her. Hopefully, she’ll look back at this and be grateful I didn’t let her act carelessly without thinking things through. It’s a big deal for her and I don’t want her to have doubts.

“I want you to stay the night. With me.”

The corners of my mouth lift and my heart fucking thumps so loud I can hear the beats in my ears. I cross the space in two long strides and lift her in my arms. I take another step and press her into the wall.

I reach under her ass and she curls her legs around my waist as I deepen the kiss. She fucking takes my breath away. I can’t breathe anything but her air. Taste anything but her lips. Her tongue. I’m aggressive yet gentle. Rushed, yet considerate.

I glide my tongue along the seam of her mouth and when she opens for me, I let out a guttural moan. Our tongues, our moans, and our hands tangle with each other. Rowan’s fingers clutch at my shoulders as I massage her scalp with my fingers and gently tug on her hair.

My cock is hard and I press it against her stomach for some sort of relief. “Christ, Rowan. You taste so good.”

Her body molds into mine and I lift her hips so her pussy rubs against my stomach. When she doesn’t resist, I carry her into her bedroom. The bed is only a double, which I don’t mind at all. It means she’ll need to sleep under, on top of, or curled into me. I set Rowan on the edge and drop to my knees. “Can I touch you?”

My hands move up her thighs and my fingers hover over the zipper of her jeans. She nods. I groan.

“I’m gonna need words, Row.”

“Yes.” She lowers her hands to the button on her jeans and I lightly tap them away.

“Lay back.”

She does as I ask and lifts herself on her elbows, watching as I strip her jeans and shoes.

“Damn, Row.” I lower my face to her center and rub my nose along the seam of her pussy. Her arousal is strong and her white panties have a wet mark where I want my tongue to be.

I dart my tongue out and lick her over her panties. When I feel the bed move, I glance up and see she’s fallen to her back, her eyes closed. “I need to taste you, Rowan.”

Her head moves up and down, but I want more.

“Words, beautiful.”

“Yes.”

I slip my fingers under the elastic of her panties and glide them down her legs. When she's completely bare, I trace my tongue along her inner thigh. Fuck, her pussy is pink and wet. So ready for me.

I can only tease her for so long before my cock explodes in my pants. Her legs fall open, an invitation to take my fill, and I breathe in her scent. Potent. Vanilla and feminine.

I part her with my fingers and lick her clit. My face is already coated in her arousal.

“Christ, Rowan. You’re gorgeous.” I lick her clit and slide a finger in her pussy. She squeezes me like a fucking vice. “So fucking tight.”

I grip her hip with my free hand and hold her still while I fuck her pussy with my finger and my tongue. When I add a second finger, her thighs flex and she reaches for my head.

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