A Hot Holiday Collection

Chapter 7

7

DELIA

T he way Danny easily handled the jerk at my door was hot as heck, but I couldn’t climb him like a tree until I made sure he didn’t get in trouble. Harvard wouldn’t look too kindly at an arrest on his record even though a lawyer could easily get the charges dropped.

Since Danny had stepped in front of me to block me from the guy’s view, I glared around his bulging biceps to issue a warning. “If you complain to anyone about your bloody nose, I’ll say I’m the one who did it, and you’ll look like even more of an idiot.”

The stripper—who wasn’t even a tenth as hot as Danny had been in his sexy Santa costume—scrambled to his feet, his voice nasally as he protested, “Nobody would ever believe it.”

Danny’s muscles bunched as though he was preparing to punch my classmate again. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I held him back as I quipped, “Maybe not. But do you know what they will take at face value? The truth. You came here uninvited and pushed your way into my home while talking all gross. I felt threatened, and Danny protected me. Case closed.”

“If we’re going with the truth, I might as well fuck you up a little more.” Danny cracked his knuckles. “I think it’ll sell the story better.”

“Definitely,” I agreed with a grin.

The stripper swiped at the blood dripping from his nose and muttered, “You’re not worth this much trouble.”

Before Danny could take a step forward, I tugged on the back of his sweatpants and slammed the door shut. “I do not understand how that guy made it to his senior year. He should’ve flunked out ages ago.”

“You won’t get an argument from me.” He yanked me against his chest, his hands drifting down my legs to dip under the hem of my robe. “The douchebag just proved how much of an idiot he really is. You’re worth any amount of trouble.”

I twined my arms around his neck. “Is that why you risked getting tossed in jail for that fool?”

“The bastard had it coming,” he growled, hiking my robe higher to cup my butt. “I should’ve kicked his ass just for seeing you like this.”

“You can’t go around beating up everyone who looks at me.”

He quirked a brow. “Maybe not, but I can make damn sure you never answer the door again looking like you’ve been freshly fucked.”

“It’s your fault I look like this.” I went up on my toes and brushed my lips against his. “You’re the one who started the last round.”

He cupped the back of my head with one of his hands and moved the other to my waist to hold me in place. “Damn straight, and I’m going to do it again soon. But nobody gets to see you like this but me. Got it?”

I reached between our bodies and cupped his impressive bulge. “Fine by me as long as you never wear these sweatpants out in public. I’m the only one who gets to drool over how good they cup your butt and outline your dick.”

“Deal.” He claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss before carrying me over to one of the couches in the living room.

I cradled his hips with my thighs when he laid me down and landed on top of me. But as the scent of garlic hit my nose, I pressed my palms against his chest. “What about dinner?”

“It’ll keep while we work up more of an appetite.” He flashed me a sexy grin, pressing on my inner thighs to spread my legs wider. “But first, I want a taste of you.”

He tugged on the belt tied at my waist, opening my robe and exposing my naked body to his heated gaze. I knew I was already drenched for him, but I didn’t feel the least bit self-conscious. There was no reason to be when he’d already thoroughly explored every inch of my body.

“I love how wet you get for me.” His fingers drifted between my breasts and down my body, his palm cupping my core before he pushed a finger into me. “So damn tight.”

My back arched off the couch as he thrust in and out of me, adding first another finger and then another while he drove me close to the edge. “Danny, please.”

“Please what, baby?” He lowered his head, circling his tongue around my clit while his fingers continued to pump in and out of me. “You want me to make you come?”

“Yes,” I panted.

His green gaze held me captive as he stared up at me. “First, I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?” I needed more, and I didn’t want to wait for it. But I was too turned on to make an educated guess.

“That you’re mine.” He twisted his wrist, and the pads of his fingers brushed against my G-spot, making my eyes cross with pleasure. “Every damn inch of you.” His tongue flicked over my clit, and I whimpered in need. “That nobody else gets to see you like this. All spread out for me, your sounds of pleasure filling the room.”

“I’m yours, Danny. There’s never been anyone else for me, and there never will be.”

Pure male satisfaction filled his green orbs before he focused on devouring my pussy, driving me over the edge with just a few swipes of his tongue over my clit. But he didn’t stop there. He made me come twice more before he finally settled between my legs.

My fingers dug into his shoulders as he shoved his sweatpants down and lined his hard length up with my opening. Then he thrust into me with one powerful movement of his hips, and I experienced that fullness I was already addicted to. “Mmm, I love how you feel, moving inside me.”

“Fuck, baby. Too damn good.” He dropped his head to the crook between my shoulder and neck, nipping at my skin and sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m already holding on by a thread. With the sweet taste of you in my mouth and your pussy clamped around me like a vise, I’m not sure how long I’ll last.”

I lifted my hips to meet his next thrust. “Let go for me, Danny.”

“Not without you,” he grunted, his cock already swelling inside me as he wedged his arm between our bodies to press his thumb against my clit.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, it wasn’t long before I was close to the edge again. “I’m going to come.”

“That’s right, baby. Let me feel your pussy milking my cock,” he urged.

Then he bit down over my pulse point, and it felt as though I exploded. Sparks burst behind my eyes, and every nerve ending in my body was overwhelmed by mind-blowing pleasure. All of the orgasms I’d experienced today had been incredible, but something about this one was special. It was more intense, as though the connection between us had somehow deepened since the last time we’d had sex, less than an hour ago.

Danny roared my name as he slammed into me one last time, anchoring himself deep as he filled me with his come. Another wave of pleasure crashed over my body, and I gripped his muscular frame with my arms and legs, holding on tight until I could breathe again.

As I flopped back against the couch cushions, my stomach let out a loud rumble. “Feed me now or lose me forever.”

“I’m never going to lose you, baby. You’re mine forever.”

Forever. I loved the sound of that. And as wild as it seemed since we’d somehow never officially met until this morning, I realized a lifetime with Danny was exactly what I wanted. “I love you.”

Even though he’d just filled me with his come, Danny’s green orbs filled with heat as he stared down at me for a moment. Then he dropped his forehead against mine and rasped, “I love you, too. So damn much, baby.”

Thank goodness I’d had to stay on campus to grade papers. If I hadn’t, I never would have gotten the best present ever—the love of my life. And I was incredibly lucky that I’d made more progress than I’d expected because that meant I would be able to spend most of the next few days with Danny instead of on my computer.