Page 54 of Catch
A small knock broke my spell, and I looked up and around. Miles was leaning on the wall inside the opening to the hallway. His arms were crossed, and with no shirt on, I could see the definition of every muscle in his arms flexing. The sweatpants he wore hung low on his hips, and his hair looked as though he had just woken up.
“Did you go to sleep?” I asked, wondering if I woke him up.
“No,” he shook his head easily, without any other expression.
“Did I bother you?”
“No,” he said again.
For some reason, I couldn’t help but feel like I had done something wrong. Miles was always so easy going and happy, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of feeling any other emotions.
Standing, I started making my way toward him, and he watched intently until I was close enough to touch him. “You okay?”
“Of course I am,” he tried smiling, but it didn’t quite hit the way it normally did.
“I just needed to write,” I explained, thinking that the only thing I had done wrong was come home from our romantic evening and practically ignore him. “I can’t explain it but?—”
“Are you done?” he cut me off, not specifying whether he meant if I was done explaining myself, or done writing.
“I can be,” I shrugged.
“Keep writing, baby,” he lifted his chin toward the couch, but never uncrossed his arms. “I just want to watch.”
My face reddened, unsure if I would be able to sit back and create songs while he watched me with such intensity. And he noticed the way I hesitated.
“I have a better idea,” he finally smiled, then uncrossed his arms, letting his handcuffs fall and dangle from his fingers. “I could arrest you.”
I started backing away, realizing that Miles was being playful, even if he wanted me to think otherwise. He started stalking forward, chasing me as I went behind the couch and evaded his attempts to catch me. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be caught, I just wanted to play his game, and something told me Miles brought those handcuffs in hopes I’d run.
“Oh no, Mr. Officer,” I laughed. “You’ve had me in those before, I have no desire to be locked up again.”
“I think it's the only way I’ll get you in bed tonight,” he taunted.
I kept running around the couch, then bolted to the dining room, using the table as a way to keep him away. But then I made the mistake of leaping into the kitchen and I was trapped, with the only way out being the back door.
He lunged toward me again, but I ducked and he missed, so I used the chance to try crawling between his legs.
For a minute, he let me think it was going to actually work, but just as I made it back to the door for the living room, he pulled me back against him and wrapped his arms tight around me.
“Okay ma'am, you’re under arrest... for stealing my sanity. You have the right to remain silent, but let’s be honest, I love to hear you sing. Anything you say can, and will, make me tie you to my bed. You have the right to an attorney, but I’m pretty sure you’d rather have my face between your legs. Do you understand these rights... or do I need to say them again?"
As he spoke, he pulled my arms behind my back and gently placed me in his cuffs. I was so turned on I moaned my response, and he laughed as he threw me over his shoulder and carried me to the bedroom.
He set me down easily, but then undid one of my cuffs, wrapping it around a slat on his headboard, and then placing my hand securely back in the cold metal. I was at his mercy and he even looked down at me with a smile of satisfaction.
“I told you I’d catch you,” he smirked.
“You also told me I have the right to have your face between my legs,” I reminded him. “I want that option, please.”
He pulled my panties down and lifted the t-shirt I was wearing high enough to expose my breasts. When we had gotten in from the lake, we both took a quick shower, and thankfully, that was all I had bothered putting on before I started writing.
Miles eyed me mischievously, licking his lips and lowering his head between my open thighs. He ran his tongue along my slit, teasing me just enough to make me want more.
“Miles,” I moaned a warning, although with his handcuffs on, I wasn’t really sure what I would do. It wasn’t as if I could grab his hair and force him to fuck me with his tongue.
“Loxley,” Miles said back to me in the same taunting tone I had used. “Stay still, baby.”
“I…” I breathed hard, unsure what I was going to say because everything left my brain when his tongue touched me again. That time, he spread me open, savoring my taste as it coated his tongue.
