Page 58 of Catching Feelings

She nods and licks her lips. I’m sure it was an innocent move, but anything and everything Rowan does turns me on.

“Can I kiss you again?” Hell, I’ve never asked a woman if I could kiss her before. Not that I’d kiss a woman without consent, but usually they’re more obvious about what they want. Or they go in for the liplock first.

With Rowan, it’s hard to tell what she wants from me.

“Yes, please.” Her voice is soft and polite, but those eyes. Those brown eyes turn to molten chocolate begging to be ravished.

So ravish, I do.

?CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ROWAN

Holy heavens. The kiss Miles gave me last night was sweet and made my toes tingle. This kiss? This kiss has my panties soaked. Miles cups my face in his gigantic hands and his fingers curl to the back of my head.

He holds my face as he sips at my lips, gently at first, then, as if asking permission, glides his tongue along the seam of my lips. I open my mouth in a clear invitation and savor the taste of him. Warm and minty from one of the candies he took from the host station. I’m thankful I took the one he offered me as well.

A soft moan escapes my throat and Miles steps into my space, pressing my back against the fridge. Heat radiates off his body and into mine, even though the only place we touch is from the neck up.

Needing to rectify that, I place the palms of my hands on his chest and his moan is even louder than mine. His heart races under my touch and I hesitate to move my hands lower, wanting to feel the ridges of his abs.

I’ve seen them before. Bandaged a wound on his ribs. Miles isn’t shy about flaunting his body, and he shouldn’t be, but part of me is envious of how many other women have been here before. On the receiving end of his kisses.

While I like Miles, we’re so different. I can count how many men I’ve been with on one hand. He needs to use his toes, limbs, teeth, and probably every strand of hair to count his lovers.

Miles breaks our kiss and touches his forehead to mine. “Where’d you go, Doc?”

“Hm?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Um, why do you think that?”

He leans back just enough to look down into my eyes. “You were into it and then stopped reacting. Did I go too far?”

Too far? Heck, the problem is I want him to go all the way. And then some. But I don’t know how to tell him that. My body wants him, but my mind and my heart are unsure. Miles Buckingham isn’t the kind of guy I fall for. He breaks hearts without meaning to.

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