Claimed by Cupid (Nick and Holly #2)(11)

She laughs then, and even though I try to give her a stern look, I end up laughing with her. It’s a fair assumption. I think most people who see an old guy with a younger girl immediately think midlife crisis, or they think she’s a gold digger. But that just isn’t who we are. And I’m hoping my kids will be able to see that.

“It might be a bit of an adjustment at first,” I tell her honestly. “They’re only human, and even though they aren’t children anymore, they’re still my kids. But I’d hope they’ve been raised well enough to trust my decisions.”

She hums and takes another bite, looking around the room while she thinks. She chews on the inside of her lip, a little nervous habit I’ve found she does anytime she’s anxious about something. I slide my hands from her feet up her calves and across her thighs under the robe.

“You can think about it. I’m not asking you to make a decision right this moment,” I tell her, crawling closer to her and straddling her legs. I take her soft face in my hands and kiss her. She tastes sweet and tangy from the dessert, and I drink her in. “But if we are going to work in the long run, it’ll have to happen sooner or later. They’re not going anywhere.”

Her big grey eyes look up into mine, and she smiles.

“I know. And I want to meet them. I just worry they won’t like me, and I really want them to like me, Nick. Because if they don’t, that means we may not work. And that breaks my heart a little.”

“That’s what is worrying you?” I ask her, stroking my thumbs over her cheekbones.

She nods.

“They may be my children, but I’m an adult, and they’re adults. Henry is twenty, and Charlotte is eighteen. They’ll need to learn that there are bigger things to worry about than a little age gap.” I kiss her cheek. “And nothing could keep me from you, Holly.” I kiss her lips. “I’m yours. Completely. Wholly. Utterly. Yours.”

Each word is said to her with a kiss. I move the food out of the way and lean into her, forcing her mouth open to mine as I kiss her like my life depends on it. Everything I said to her was the truth. I need her. Ever since I saw her walk into my bar, I knew there was something different about her, and I felt a pull toward her that I had never felt with anyone else.

I’m falling for her, hard and fast. If I had my way, she’d already have a damn ring on her finger. She’d be mine for everyone to see, but I’m terrified of scaring her away. I know what it’s like to go from one relationship right into another. I’ve done that before, and that relationship had failed hard for me; I wasn’t ready for it. And I don’t want to do that to her or to us. I’m determined to go at her pace and make sure we last.

She whimpers beneath me as I rake my hands through her hair and tug her head back, exposing her throat to my mouth. There’s a spot just below her ear that she loves, and every time I kiss it, I’m rewarded with the sexiest fucking sounds known to man. And as I suck and bite on that little spot, her hips push up and grind into my waist, seeking any friction they can get.

“My girl is so fucking responsive,” I murmur, moving my mouth further down her neck and across her collarbone. I push the robe apart and take in her perfect breasts. Her left one is slightly larger than the right, and they’re both so full and round. I groan as I nibble around the soft flesh before taking each nipple in my mouth.

She moans, and her breathing picks up. She’s whispering my name under her breath, spurring me on as I leave red marks across her chest. Her nipples are firm little peaks and still wet from my mouth as I dip lower and begin to kiss my way down her stomach.

“I love this belly,” I tell her, running my hands over the soft flesh and kissing the three stretch marks below her belly button that she hates. She showed them to me a few weeks ago, crying because they had just shown up, brand-new, angry, and red. I had fallen to my knees and kissed each one before sitting her up on the bathroom counter and licking her until she came three times and her tears stopped.

“I love every single part of you,” I say as I bite down on her hip and push the soft fabric of the robe the rest of the way off. Her fingers rake across my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin as she watches me worship her body.

“Love it faster,” she demands as her hips roll against me, and her hands find my hair and push me downward.

“Eager,” I laugh. “You’re lucky I’m not keeping count right now.”

She rolls her eyes, and I just laugh again as I run the tip of my nose below her belly button and down into the soft blonde hair that covers her sex. I inhale, savoring the sweet and musky scent of her arousal. My mouth waters, and I lose all control.

I push my tongue into her, licking around her cunt before swiping up and around her clit. She gasps, and her thighs squeeze my head as she bucks up into my mouth. She’s still sensitive from our fun throughout the night, so I’m gentle as I tease her clit with my tongue. I feel my dick harden at the taste of her, and I moan long and deep.

“Fuck, Daddy,” she moans as I gently suck it into my mouth in a steady rhythm.

I slip a finger inside of her and slowly pull it out before teasing her entrance with little circles and doing it again. I continue that until she’s panting and desperately close to the edge. I won’t tease her this time.

“You’ve been such a good girl for your Daddy,” I murmur against her heated flesh. “Come for me, sweet girl. Give it to me.”