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“No other guy ever caught your eye then, huh?” I ask, setting down my empty plate.
“I didn’t say that.” Daisy sets her own plate aside, nervously meeting my gaze. “There is…someone.”
My heart sinks, but I try not to let it show on my face. “Who?” The word comes out harsher than I mean it to.
Daisy chews on her bottom lip and shakes her head. “It’s not important. He’s not into me.”
“He told you that?”
She frowns. “Well, no. But I…well, I guess I just struggle to believe that a guy like him could want me.”
I replay her words in my mind, trying to make sense of them, but they leave me fucking baffled.
“Daisy,” I say, my throat tightening as I look at her. “Any guy would be lucky to have you. Hell, more than lucky.”
I get up from my chair and join her on the couch, watching her beautiful face as she turns to me shyly. “He’s just so handsome, this guy, and…well, he’s built like an athlete. Whereas I’m just…” She gestures down to her body. “Well, I’m no size eight, am I? And I’m trying to embrace that and love myself as I am, but it’s not always easy. Especially with, y’know…”
“With what?” I ask.
“Bullies. When I was a kid. I guess all those comments still mess with my self-esteem.” She sighs, running a hand through her glossy hair. “I know it shouldn’t bother me. I should be stronger than this. I mean it’s been years since I left school, but for some reason, I just can’t shake it.”
I’m fucking blindsided. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and yet she can’t see how gorgeous she is. I wish I could find every person who ever made Daisy feel like she wasn’t perfect and punch them in the damn mouth. Fury pulses through me as I remember the way kids used to tease her, calling her Daisy Donut. I yelled at them for it, but I should have done more. I don’t care if they were kids—I should have slapped their mouths shut.
“I want you to listen to me very carefully,” I say, my gaze fixed on Daisy’s pretty green eyes. “I know I can’t make you love yourself or fix your self-esteem with a few words, but I need to tell you what I think. I think that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, Daisy Capello. I think you’re fucking gorgeous. And if this guy can’t see that, then he doesn’t deserve you. Not at all.”
Daisy’s mouth drops open slightly, her eyes widening. “You think I’m beautiful?”
“Are you kidding me? Of course I do.”
I know I’m saying too much. Giving too much away. Daisy is still my best friend’s sister—nothing has changed. But I can’t just sit here and listen to her telling me that she doesn’t think she’s good enough. Not without telling her exactly how perfect I think she is.
“I just assumed you still saw me as your best friend’s kid sister,” she says incredulously, her voice a little breathless.
I sigh. “Unfortunately, being Brett’s sister doesn’t make you any less gorgeous.”
I wish it did.
Maybe then I wouldn’t lose my mind every time she looks at me.
“This guy, Daisy, whoever he is, well he’s the luckiest motherfucker I know,” I continue, my chest churning with emotion. “And if he can’t see that, he’s an idiot.”
Daisy shakes her head, smiling slightly. “Come on, Linc. You must have guessed who he is by now. It’s sure as heck not Mr. Lopez.”
My pulse skyrockets as she looks at me, her lips pressed together, waiting for me to figure it out. I never dared to believe that she could want me, and now she’s telling me that she thought I wouldn’t want her. It’s messing with my head. As if I could ever resist those gorgeous curves. That pretty face. Those sweet lips.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I ask quietly, still convinced I must be mistaken. Her face is so close to mine. We’ve been leaning in with every word. Our lips are almost brushing.
“Yes,” Daisy says, her voice barely a whisper. “It’s always been you, Lincoln. For me, it’s always been you.”
When she says those words, everything else melts away. Every reason, every excuse. It doesn’t matter that she’s Brett’s little sister. It doesn’t matter that she’s nearly twenty years younger than me. It doesn’t matter that I’m too scarred and messed up for a ray of sunshine like her. All that matters is that she wants me too.
I close the gap between us with an urgent groan, capturing her soft lips between my own. She gasps, softening against my mouth with a sweet moan. Those pouty lips press hard against me, and my heart jackhammers as I slide my tongue between her lips, invading her hot, silky mouth. She tastes just like I thought—vanilla frosting, the sweetness melting on my tongue as I swirl it against hers. She moans into our kiss, making sexy little sounds in her throat as I reach for her, pulling her onto me, her bent knees resting on either side of my thighs. She presses herself down onto my lap as we kiss, pushing against my lengthening cock. Fuck. My whole body springs to life as she grinds herself against me, looping her arms around my neck as our kiss deepens. I can tell she wants this just like I do, and it’s so fucking sexy.
I grab her ass and pull her back and forth against me, bucking my hips up to meet her, making her gasp. Breaking our kiss, I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head, tossing it aside until her lacy white bra is on show. The fabric stretches over her plump tits, and I can see her pebbled nipples poking against the cups as I reach behind her, fiddling with the strap until it comes undone. Daisy reaches gingerly for her bra, slowly pulling down the straps, breathing hard. She looks nervous, and it makes me pause.
“Am I moving too fast for you, beautiful?” I ask, running my hand down her soft brown hair. I’m so desperate to claim her that I’m having to hold myself back from ripping her clothes off like an animal, but I want her to be comfortable. I want her to enjoy every second of this.
“No, it’s okay,” Daisy says breathlessly. “I want to. I’m just a little nervous. This is all happening so fast…but I want it.”
