Page 68 of Catching Feelings

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my face with your pussy.”

She doesn’t push me away or into her, but holds on to my hair for support. I scissor my fingers in her cunt, then hook my finger and scrape it along her tight wall. I bite gently on her clit and use my thumb to rub under the hood of her pussy.

Her walls clamp tighter around my fingers, and when her hips start to lift off the bed, I rest my forearm across her lower stomach, keeping her grounded.

“Miles.”

“Yeah, baby,” I murmur into her pussy. “Come for me, Rowan. Come on my face, baby.” I speed up the rhythm of my fingers and tongue. Her legs clamp around my head, her heels dig under my shoulder blades.

I hope to fuck she’s leaving two round bruises back there. I’ll wear them with fucking pride.

“Oh, God. Oh—Miles!”

Hell, my scalp hurts as she tugs at my hair and cries out through her release. When her hands and legs fall to the side, I slow my movements, giving her pussy a final kiss. She jerks in surprise and I chuckle at her aftershocks.

I rise to standing and stare down at Rowan. Naked from the waist down, she looks relaxed, but I can do better.

Reaching for both hands, I pull her to a sitting position. Her eyes open and I lift her arms. “This needs to go.”

I don’t mind the Revs sweatshirt. At least she’s not wearing Bankes’s or Potato’s number. Or fucking worse, Dec’s. Love the guy, but my woman won’t ever wear anyone’s number but mine. I’m okay with the sweatshirt, but I’d much prefer my name across her back and my number on her tits.

Fine. On her front and back. But, yeah. Her tits. I’ve been dying to see them for years. Literal years. Because I’m a guy and she’s fucking hot. But for the past year? Obsessed. I’veneededto see them, and the few times we’ve been at Potato’s pool, I tried to be a gentleman and not stare.

But the world knows I’m not a gentleman.

She doesn’t resist as I pull the sweatshirt over her head and flick it to the side of her room. Her panties were white and nondescript, as is her bra. Either she’s not into sexy lingerie or she had no plans of getting naked with anyone tonight.

Fuck that. Notanyone.Me. With me.

Her skin is flushed with a gorgeous red, rosy hue, and her lips are slightly swollen from our kisses. I can do better though. I want them raw. I want purple markings around her nipples from my mouth.

“This needs to go.” I unclasp her bra and chuck it to the side as well.

Rowan crosses her arms over her breasts and I give her a minute to be shy while I reach behind my head and pull off my shirt, dropping it to the floor. While I’d like her to work for it, to use her words and tell me she wants me naked, I won’t push too hard this time.

“You look good naked, Rowan. No need to cover up.”

She drops her chin to her chest but doesn’t drop her arm. “I’m not like the women I see you with.”

Fuck. She’s still stuck on that. I glance down at her thighs. They’re strong and muscular, and squeezed the shit out of my face when she came. Her curves are my undoing. Hips, ass, tits. She has a woman’s body, and I’m all for it.

“Guess you really are beauty and no brains. What do I need to do to make you see how gorgeous you are?”

Those big, brown eyes lift to mine, and I’m gone. Totally gone for her.

“So fucking beautiful.” I cup her cheek and crouch down to kiss her.

I move her arms away from her chest and hold one breast in my hand, squeezing, massaging. My thumb rubs over her nipple and she gasps. I suck her tongue in my mouth, then drop to my knees and take her nipple in my mouth.

Fuck, her nipples are big. Perfect. Pink. Hard. So fucking good. I tug at the other while I suck on this one, needing more of her.

Rowan finally lifts her hands to my shoulders and braces herself while I switch back and forth between breasts.

“I need you, Rowan,” I say around a mouthful of nip.

Her hands trail down my torso, and I nearly come in my pants from her touch. She reaches the button on my jeans and I release her nipple with apop.

“You sure?” I look up into her eyes, reading her hesitation. Nerves, I can handle. If she isn’t sure she wants to be with me, or still delusional that she’s not perfect for me, I can fuck her into a believer. Or if she really needs time to process, I can walk away. It’ll fucking kill me, and I’ll have to go to the bathroom to beat one down, but I’d do it for her.

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