Page 79 of Catching Feelings

It’s not ostentatious, but it’s not small either. I make a good salary and give a healthy chunk to my aunt and sister and set up their portfolios with a hefty cushion. My sister’s apartment is modern, but small. How she wanted it.

I’m a big guy and don’t like feeling cramped—unless it’s in Rowan’s bed—and bought a two-bedroom sprawling apartment. The open concept gives me just enough space for a corner couch and a few recliners. And a one-hundred-inch flat screen on the wall.

Having room for the guys to watch sports was a top priority when I looked for a place a few years ago.

“Red wine okay?”

She turns and her eyes drop to my apron. The corner of her mouth quirks right before she covers it with her hand.

I glance down at the words, written in elegant script.Once you put my meat in your mouth, you’ll want to swallow.“Brock was my secret Santa last year. He gave me an Apron of the Month Club membership. There’s kind of a theme going. I’d replace this one with another, but I’m not sure it would matter.

“Apron of the Month Club?” She giggles. “I never knew there was such a thing. Let alone one that offered such themes.”

“Stay for breakfast and I’ll show you another.”

“Is that another apron saying?”

“No.” I grip Rowan’s hips and haul her into my chest. “That’s all me, baby.” I give her a quick kiss on the lips then move her to one of the barstools.

She settles on the stool while I pour two glasses of wine.

“What’s on the menu?” she asks as we clink our glasses.

“You mean besides me?”

“I thought you were dessert.” She takes a quick sip of wine, most likely to hide the blush forming on her cheeks.

I point to my apron “I’m the main course, Doc. You’re the dessert.”

Fuck, she’s beautiful when she smiles. Even when she doesn’t. Forget being a gentleman and waiting until dinner. I turn off the stove and untie my apron.

“I lied.” I take her glass from her and set it on the counter, then swivel her stool and trap her legs between mine. “You’re the main course.” I lower my lips to hers and sip her lips. “And the appetizer.” I slide my hand down her rib cage, stopping at the top of her jeans, waiting for her consent.

When she moans into our kiss and pushes her knees against my thighs, I take that as a go. “And dessert.”

“Miles.” She reaches for the bottom of my Henley, and when her hands touch my skin, my dick jerks, pushing against my zipper.

I deepen our kiss and grab her hips, picking her up and setting her on the counter. “I need my appetizer before I can start on dinner,” I murmur into her mouth.

“Yes.” She bunches my shirt up and I reach behind my neck and pull it off, dropping it on the floor. “Wow.” Rowan pulls back from our kiss and explores my chest with her hands.

I watch her eyes follow her fingers as they trace the contours of my muscles. First my pecs, then my abs. She glides her hands up again, then circles her fingers around my biceps.

“I’ll never get over how...big you are.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s big.”

Her mouth twitches and she looks up at me. I was worried my perverted brain would turn her off, but I think she kinda likes it. I think she kinda likesme.

My dick twitches again and I speed things up. “I’m not supposed to be the appetizer, and here you are, eye-fucking me.”

“You seem quite upset about it.”

“Furious. Now take off your shirt and maybe I’ll think about forgiving you.”

“Is that all it will take?” She tips her head to the side, exposing her neck.

“Hell. You could be dressed in a snowsuit with a winter hat pulled over your face and you’d still have me wrapped around your finger. But since you didn’t bring a snowsuit, you’ll need to strip off your pants too.”

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