Claimed by Cupid (Nick and Holly #2)(14)

I pull them out of her, replacing the toy with my mouth as I clean her up. She collapses onto my stomach as I continue to lap at every part of her, from her ass to her clit, cleaning her up and savoring every moment of her.

“Fuck, you taste good, baby girl,” I moan into her as she twitches and struggles to breathe.

“Nick!” she shouts, reaching back to swat at me to let her go. But I can’t. I’m a man possessed, gripping her hips until my fingers leave little cherry-shaped bruises on her soft flesh, and holding her to my face until I struggle to breathe.

She laughs and rolls over, twisting out of my grip. I laugh and pull her back over to me, flipping her so that I can kiss her. We taste each other as our mouths open and our tongues tangle together. She gives me a soft kiss before pulling away as she wags her eyebrows at me.

“That was supposed to be a good-morning treat for you, not for me, Daddy.”

I lean forward and kiss her nose.

“There’s literally nothing you could do that would please me more than coming all over my face, baby girl.” I wipe my beard with my hand and then pull her to my chest, letting her straddle me and fold into my arms.

“It’s still snowing,” she says with a little wistful tone as she looks out the window.

“New York in the winter is probably my favorite,” I tell her. “It’s one of the few times it looks pretty. And almost calm.”

“We could go have breakfast at your favorite diner. It’s been a while since we went, and pancakes sound so, so good right now.”

“And a coffee that has all the sugar they have in stock at the restaurant?”

“Ha, ha, ha,” she mocks, giving me a quick kiss before rolling off the bed. “Let me clean up and we’ll go. You know, that might be a good place for me to meet your kids. Somewhere that we are both comfortable, and when there’s good food involved, you can’t help but be in a good mood.”

She winks at me and then disappears into the bathroom. It’s a good point. I think I’ll run it past the kids and get it set up. I want it to happen sooner rather than later. I need them to meet her so that I can finally tell them I plan to propose. I don’t need their permission, but I would really like their blessing. What’s more, I’d really like them to help me pick out a ring.

Holly walks back out of the bathroom, stirring me out of my thoughts as she digs through her overnight bag for clothes. Her hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail, and she pulls on her favorite pair of jeans and a dark blue sweater that makes her eyes look ridiculously blue even from where I sit on the bed.

“Are you not going to get ready?” she asks me, a playful smile flirting across her lips.

“I was busy watching you,” I tell her. She doesn’t have a lick of makeup on, showing off her freckles and naturally red cheeks. Coming to the side of the bed, she kisses me before sitting down to pull on her socks and a pair of boots I got her for Christmas.

“You look beautiful like this, you know,” I say to her as I give her ponytail a playful tug.

“Like what?”

“Barefaced and freshly fucked.” I sit up and grab her in my arms as she laughs.

“Get dressed.” She kisses me hard on the lips and laughs. “I’m starving, and you don’t want me to be hangry.”

I smile as I watch her walk out of the bedroom. I roll out of bed and quickly get cleaned up. She’s right—we burned a lot of calories in the last twelve hours, and we both need food. I slip on an old pair of jeans and the hoodie she tends to wear when she hangs out at the apartment. It still smells like her, and I breathe it in before making my way out to the kitchen, where she’s waiting for me, nursing a bottle of water.

“Isn’t that my hoodie?” she asks.

“If by yours you mean mine, then yes.” I smile down at her as I take the water bottle from her and drink the rest. My head is kicking me for all the champagne we drank last night.

“Someone looks a little hungover now that he’s up and moving,” she says as she wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me close.

“I think you should move in.”

I realize when she looks at me with very wide and very shocked eyes that I said that out loud and not in my head. No taking it back now, not that I want to. She’s been living with her parents ever since we got her moved out of her ex’s house. And really, she’s been staying here four to five nights a week anyway. Moving in wouldn’t be that much of a stretch.

“What?”

“I want you to move in with me,” I tell her again. “I love having you here. I like waking up in the morning to your grumpy groans and morning breath.” I wink at her, and her cheeks flame red. “And it’ll get you out of your parents’ house. I know you don’t like staying with them.”

“I don’t want you to have me move in just because you think it’s more convenient for me.”

“That’s not what I said. I want you here. All the time. I want to walk up these stairs after a long shift knowing that you and your fuzzy socks will be on the couch watching a serial killer documentary or snoring in the bed fast asleep. Our bed. All of your books can fit in the spare bedroom, and we can make that your private space. It can be where you go to escape me when you get sick of my newest hobby.”

“Like brewing your own beer.” She scrunches her nose at the memory of the smell. It stunk up the entire apartment and even the bar for a solid week.