A Hot Holiday Collection

Chapter 5

5

DELIA

“ W ow,” I gasped, melting against my mattress as I tried to catch my breath. I wasn’t ready to let go of Danny, so I was glad when he followed me down, his muscular body covering mine.

“You can say that again,” he murmured as he flashed me a satisfied smirk. He had good reason to be cocky, considering how loudly I’d just screamed his name. Not that I could help it. The pleasure he’d given me was too intense to hold back.

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I lost my virginity, but it definitely hadn’t been to experience two mind-blowing orgasms. With the stories friends had told me—from everyone except Olivia, who’d lucked out in that department with Leland—the experience wasn’t supposed to be anything memorable, except maybe in a bad way. But Danny had somehow known exactly how to play my body to make our lovemaking wonderful for me. It was as though he was an expert in making women come.

Going up on an elbow, I glared up at him. “Why were you so good at that? I thought you never dated.”

“It was my first time, too, baby.” His smile widened as he settled more of his weight on me, pressing my body deeper into the mattress. “But how did you know I don’t date? Have you been asking around about me, Delia Parker?”

Narrowing my eyes, I pressed my lips together. I wasn’t going to admit to my crush on him until I knew if he’d been running around having a ton of one-night stands without me knowing about them this whole time. For all I knew, he had a habit of showing up on a girl’s doorstep, talking them out of their clothes, and saying all sorts of possessive stuff that made them think they had a future together. “You have no room to talk. Not only did I never tell you my name but I’m also not the one who showed up unexpectedly on your doorstep dressed as a stripper. How did you even know my sorority sisters hired one for me? And why did you come here instead of him?”

“You damn well better not show up on my doorstep dressed like a stripper. One of my frat brothers might see you, and then I’d have to kill him.” His gaze dropped to my chest and filled with heat. “Hell, I’d probably have to leave a trail of bodies in your wake. No way in hell would any guy miss the sight of you walking around half-naked.”

I pinched his arm. “Your jealousy over something that didn’t even happen is super cute, but you’re veering away from the point.”

“You’re not going to let me get away with not answering, are you?”

“Nope.” I let the P pop at the end.

He heaved a sigh and inched his hips backward until his still semi-hard dick slipped out of my pussy. When I let out a little whimper of protest, concern shined from his green eyes as he scanned my face. “Maybe I should run you a bath before we talk. I don’t want you to be in pain.”

“I’m only the tiniest bit sore.” I clutched at his shoulders when he started to move away from me. “That was more about me not being ready to lose you than from any pain I’m feeling.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” he vowed, rolling to my side and taking me with him. After he situated us, so he was propped up by the pillows, and I was sprawled against his chest, he ran his fingers through my hair. “It wasn’t just the heat of the moment, you know. I meant what I said.”

I tilted my head back so I could see his face. “Which part?”

“All of it.” His hand drifted down my spine to cup my butt. “I’m never going to let you go.”

Most girls would’ve been running the other way at a declaration like that from a guy they barely knew, but I felt just as territorial over him. I must’ve taken after my dad when it came to relationships. “And when you said I was already yours?”

“That’s true, too.” His hold on me tightened. “Finally got you in my arms after all this time.”

“Finally?” I echoed softly, wondering why he was talking as though I’d made him wait forever to take me to bed instead of practically jumping him the moment we met.

My fingers itched to soothe the wrinkle that popped up in the middle of his forehead as he murmured, “Huh?”

“What did you mean when you said that you finally got me in your arms?”

“Shit, sorry.” He flashed me what would’ve been a panty-melting grin if I’d been wearing any. “It’s hard to concentrate when I have your gorgeous body pressed against mine, and my cock is begging to be buried in your pussy again.”

“Uh-uh. Nope.” I shook my head and wagged a finger at him. “You’re not going to distract me with your sexy talk. Explain. Now.”

His expression turned serious as he confessed, “I’ve been into you ever since I saw you across campus two years ago, but you deserved a fuck of a lot more than the sliver of time I could give you, so I didn’t do anything about it until now.”

Butterflies swirled in my belly at the knowledge that he’d been into me as long as I had him. “Why did you have to wait?”

“To get into Harvard Law, I need the perfect application. Great grades, high score on the LSAT, community service, and plenty of extracurriculars.” His palms glided up and down my back, sending goose bumps in their wake. “No way in hell was I going to be able to concentrate on anything but fucking if I had you in my bed.”

After what had just happened between us, I couldn’t argue with his logic. If we’d been dating this whole time, I probably would’ve been hounding him for orgasms on a daily basis. But there was something about the timing of our meeting that I needed to know. “Did you only come for me now because some other guy was supposed to be here stripping for me?”

“It sped up my timeline,” he admitted with a nod. “But only by a little bit. I was already putting a plan in place for when we were back from holiday break.”

I was happy to hear that the stripper wasn’t the only reason we’d finally gotten together. “Oh, yeah? What kind of plan?”

“One that was a fuck of a lot more satisfying than scaring dudes away from you for the past two years.” His hips jerked up, and his dick nudged against my core. “But not even close to as rewarding as the feel of your pussy wrapped around me like a fist.”

“Wait a second.” I scrambled off him but didn’t get far before he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and yanked me back onto his chest. Glaring down at him, I accused, “You’re the reason I was stood up by so many guys that I gave up on dating?”

“I sure am,” he boasted as he shifted our bodies until I was straddling him.

“You don’t even sound the least bit sorry for everything I went through.” I shook my head, thinking about how I’d felt back then. “Getting ghosted that often makes a girl wonder what’s wrong with them.”

“There isn’t a single damn thing wrong with you, baby.” He brushed a kiss against my temple. “That was the problem. I couldn’t run the risk of another guy discovering how fucking incredible you are and making you fall for him when you were always meant to be mine.”

I was sad that we missed so much time together, but I wasn’t about to waste any more over something we couldn’t change. Not when I’d finally gotten everything I’d ever wanted, and Danny hadn’t hesitated to make it clear how into me he was. “You’re lucky you’re so damn hot. I can’t stay mad at you for long.”

“Let’s hope that holds true for me, too.” His thumb brushed across my bottom lip. “Since I’ve got the feeling that I’m not the only one who has a confession to make here, baby. You were pretty damn quick to pull me inside before anyone else saw me, and you clearly already knew who I was.”

Confessing my feelings was easy, now that I knew they were returned. “Of course, I did. I’ve been crushing on you this whole time, too.”

“So damn perfect,” he rasped, wrapping my hair around his fist to guide my head down. Once I was close enough, he captured my lips in a deep kiss that quickly got heated. We’d barely argued, but I couldn’t help but wonder if make-up sex was going to be better than losing-my-virginity sex had been.