Page 82 of Catching Feelings

“Fly,” I answer immediately. My family has made me feel invisible my entire life. Now that I’m finally being seen by someone, I rather like it.

“Good answer. I would die if I couldn’t see this body whenever I wanted.” Miles lifts the blanket and pulls my nipple into his mouth.

“Whenever you want, huh?” I playfully push his head away and cover myself with the blanket.

We’ve been cuddled on the couch ever since we finished breakfast a few hours ago. Or rather, brunch. Miles enjoys his sleep. He had insisted we eat naked—house rules—and we’ve been talking, laughing, and playing his silly game for the past few hours.

While my body craves him, it also needs a break after our sex marathon last night and the wee hours of the morning. Our legs and bodies are tangled together and his erection has poked at my hips more than once, but he hasn’t done anything about it.

I’m more than tempted to go down on him, but I’m still not confident enough to be so bold on my own. If he asked me to, I’d crawl down his body in a heartbeat.

“Fine. Whenever I want within reason.” He flips onto his forearms and presses my body into the couch. “I think right now is reasonable enough.”

He presses his hard length into my stomach and my legs fall open, inviting him in. Apparently my body has already forgotten that he wrecked it last night. In the best ways possible.

“God, you’re pretty, Rowan.” He brushes his knuckles along my jawline and lowers his mouth to mine.

My hips lift of their own accord, and when his tongue glides along my bottom lip, I moan into his kiss. He rubs his cock along my inner thigh, his swollen head nudging my opening.

“Miles.” I grip his shoulders, needing the pressure of his tongue in my mouth and his dick in my pussy. “I—”

“Honey, I’m home,” a woman’s voice calls out from the entryway.

I stiffen under him and pull my mouth away, looking up at him with confusion. Then fear. Then anger. I quickly hide all my emotions and close my eyes.

I should have known I’m not the only woman in his life. And not even one with a key to his apartment.

“Dude. Where are you?” The woman’s voice gets closer as she makes her way into the living room.

“Stay in the kitchen. I’ll be there in a minute.”

The woman doesn’t listen to him and I hear her gasp all the way to my heart. Still afraid to open my eyes, I turn my head into the couch and clamp my legs shut, pushing Miles’s softening dick away.

I can’t believe I let him touch me while he’s seeing someone else. I’m such a fool.

“What do we have here?” she asks, clucking her tongue. “I figured it was a safe time to come over. Your hook-ups are usually gone by now. Having a nooner, are ya?”

Oh. My. God. My skin crawls with disgust.

“Rowan,” he speaks softly in my ear. “It’s okay. Give me a minute to get rid of her, okay?”

I shake my head. “I need to get dressed.”

“Yeah. Probably a good idea.” Miles sits up, keeping the blanket over me. “A little privacy?”

The woman snorts. “Maybe you should have thought about that before having a sex fest on the living room furniture. Which I’m never sitting on again. Gross.”

Whoever this woman is doesn’t sound upset overme, but at finding us together. I’ve heard of couples having open relationships, but Miles never mentioned being in one. I’m appalled. Embarrassed. Ashamed. But mostly, hurt.

I wrap the blanket around me, and when I stand, the woman is gone. I hurry into the bedroom to change, then remember my clothes are still somewhere in the kitchen where Miles stripped them off last night.

“I’m sorry about that,” Miles says behind me and closes the door. “Not exactly how I envisioned my afternoon.” He pulls on a pair of boxers and joggers while I stand wrapped in the blanket.

“My clothes are in the kitchen.” I keep my eyes directed at the floor. He’s too calm about our interruption. About the woman in his apartment. Our differences are made as clear as if they were on a billboard pointing out how opposite we are.

I’m a relationship person while he likes to get his dick wet wherever and with whomever.I’d die if I couldn’t get this body whenever I wanted.I wonder how many women he has on retainer.

“Here.” He hands me one of his Boston Revolutions sweatshirts and a pair of sweats. “You’ll have to roll them a few times, and I’ll have just as much fun rolling them off you later.”

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