Page 27 of Daddy Vibes (The Anti-Bachelorette 2)

I head into the guest room and start grabbing my stuff. Eric follows me in. “C’mon Angela. You’re not leaving tonight. It’s too late.”

I just keep putting things into my bag. “I’ll be fine.”

He reaches for my arm. “Look. I’m sorry.”

I turn and look at him. “That’s not good enough. You keep saying one thing and then acting the opposite.”

He squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do. I can’t just stop wanting you.”

I pause for a moment stunned by what he said. I don’t want to smile, but one is on the surface of my lips. I just cross my arms over my chest and try to act unaffected. “Sounds like a personal problem. You should work on that.”

He smirks and steps forward. “A problem you’re going to help me fix.”

Before I can ask him what he’s talking about, he leans forward and grabs my head and pulls my face roughly to his, slamming his lips against mine. I open my eyes wide in surprise, but I’ve been thinking about nothing except this for the past 5 weeks, so I quickly respond to his kiss by kissing him back just as aggressively.

He deepens the kiss, and I let him. His hands grip me harder, and then suddenly pain shoots through my body from my ribs and I wince. He let’s go immediately and pulls back and looks at me concerned. I just smirk at him. “How did that make the problem go away? It only made it worse for me.”

I step closer and slowly run my hand down his stomach to his erection and give it a light squeeze. “Yeah, it’s worse for you too.” I look up at him and wink. He looks up at the ceiling and groans. He looks back down at me and his eyes are filled with warmth. “Please stay.”

I mean, I don’t know how I could say no that, but I try to not sound overeager. “I don’t know if I should.”

He leans down and kisses my mouth gently. I kiss him back and our lips slowly move over each other’s for a few moments. “I want to do this with you Angela. I just need to think things through. We need to talk things through.”

I open my eyes wide in surprise. These are the words I’ve been dying to hear, and now that they are here, I almost don’t believe they are true. “Really?”

He just smiles at me. “Come to bed with me.”

My heart rate picks up at that. “You know the doctor won’t clear me for sex for another week or two.”

He laughs. “Yes. I’m well aware.” Then he grabs my hand and leads me to his room. We both get under the covers, and he pulls me close to him. He grabs the remote from his nightstand and opens the Netflix app so we can finish the show we were watching.

We are just cuddled up in silence for a little bit watching the show when I lay my head on his chest and run my fingers lightly over his T-shirt. I smirk up at him. “This needs to be gone.”

Before he can protest, I grab the hem of his shirt and start lifting it up over his head. I lay my head back down on his bare chest and continue running my fingers lightly over him. He lets out a breath. “You are killing me here. Literally killing me. You know I’m old now. I could have a heart attack at any moment.”

I just laugh and lean up and kiss his lips gently. “Your heart seems fine during all your runs. Not to mention the last time we were together.” I lean forward and push my tongue into his mouth.

He pulls back. “Yeah, but now all my blood flow is all off and it isn’t getting corrected anytime soon. Who knows what could happen.”

I laugh harder at that. “Do you need help with that?” I reach down to touch him, but his hand stops me. I look up at him in surprise, but he just smiles. “No, I just want you here with me.”

I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out. I smile at him instead and then lean back further. “Hey, you still owe me that foot rub.”

He laughs and motions for me to lay down in front of him. I gladly scooch forward until my feet are equal with his lap as I lay on my stomach watching the show. His hands gently press and squeeze on my feet until I eventually drift off to sleep.

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