Page 73 of Catching Feelings

“Don’t be ridiculous.” His hair sticks up in a dozen different directions and he has pillow crease marks on his left cheek. I’ve never seen a man look more adorable. I push back his hair and kiss his cheek. “You can go back to sleep if you want, but I do have to leave.”

If the traffic fairies are in my favor, I’ll make it with five minutes to spare. I like having a ten minute cushion, but I’ll take five. I consider being on time as being late, so I’m trying not to panic when I see the time.

“I’ll walk you to your car.” Miles stands, holding my legs around his middle, and I feel like a koala clinging to him.

“You should probably put some clothes on if you’re going outside.”

He releases my butt and legs and I slide down his body. He’s stark naked and not a bit shy about it. I glance between us and bite my bottom lip when I see how hard he is.

“Eyes up here, Doc, or I’m gonna make you extra late to work.”

“Sorry.”

Miles chuckles. “Don’t ever apologize for staring at my cock. He likes it. I like it when your eyes are on me, Rowan. Stare all you want, baby.” He kisses my forehead, then bends over to pick up his boxers and jeans.

Dang. He has the most spectacular ass I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen many this up close and personal, but still.

“Eyes, Row. My cock is angry right now for being confined to these clothes and not buried deep inside you. Don’t aggravate it more by ogling me.”

“I’m not ogling you.”

“You keep telling yourself that, Doc.” He chuckles again. “And please don’t stop. But be aware, what comes around goes around.”

His eyes drop to my chest, which is covered in miniature pumpkins and scarecrows. I love the seasonal scrubs, and my patients enjoy the fun prints too. I keep my bottoms a solid, neutral color, and the dark blue doesn’t add much shape to my legs or butt, but you’d never know it by the way Miles looks at me.

He slides his feet into his shoes and tugs on his shirt, then reaches for my hand. “After you, Wild—” He cuts himself off and rubs his free hand down his face. “I smell coffee,” he says. That’s not what I think had him distracted, but I don’t ask him about it.

“Would you like to take a cup to go?”

“Yeah, but not today. I’m already making you late.” He picks up my lunch box and travel mug, taking a sip as we head for the door. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but your coffee tastes like crap.”

No hard feelings here. It’s the generic store brand because I can’t justify spending twice that much on decent stuff. I drink it for the jolt of energy, not for the taste. Maybe someday, when my college loans are paid off, I’ll splurge on coffee.

For now, my play money is budgeted for girls’ nights. Not that we’ve had as many lately, which has helped my bank account. As have these dinner dates.

“I’m not super picky when it comes to coffee.”

“Apparently.”

When we reach my car, he pins me between him and the driver side door. “Sorry for being grouchy. I don’t like mornings, unless they’re spent between your legs.”

It’s a cool, crisp, fall morning, and I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“And I’m sorry about your bed. I’ll fix it.”

“That’s okay. I’m sure the bed frame is fine.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” He kisses my neck and runs his tongue along the shell of my ear. “Tell me your bed has never experienced sex like that.”

“My bed has never experienced sex like that.”

“Hm.” He nuzzles my neck again and I lean into his warmth. “Tell me you’ve never experienced sex like that.”

“I think you know that already.”

“Tell me.”

“I’ve never, in my life, had six orgasms in one night.” Never in one week. Probably in one month.

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