Unwrapping His Package - Page 7

I’d thought my libido wouldn’t wake up for anyone else, but the stripper on my doorstep proved me wrong. My panties felt as though they were about to spontaneously combust, and butterflies swirled in my belly. It was only a few degrees above freezing this morning, but I barely resisted the urge to fan myself. With desire coursing through my veins, I was as hot as I would be at the beach.

The sexy Santa cleared his throat, and I finally tore my gaze away from his impressive bulge. When my eyes locked with his familiar green orbs, my lips parted on a gasp. It was almost as though I’d conjured Danny from my filthy fantasies, and my attraction to the stranger on my doorstep suddenly made sense. His dark hair and scruff were hidden by the hat and beard, but there was no mistaking his identity. “What’re you doing here?”

“Your sorority sisters ordered you a Sexy Santa.” He gestured down the length of his muscular body with a sweep of his hand. “So here I am.”

My head reared back in shock. “You’re a stripper?”

“Not usually, but I made an exception today.” His eyes narrowed, and the knuckles on his hand holding a red velvet bag turned white. “Why did you assume I’m a stripper? I could’ve been a dirty singing telegram or something like that. How often do your friends order strippers to the house?”

“This is the first time since I’ve lived here, but with how you’re dressed and a body like yours, what else was I supposed to guess?” My gaze darted toward the sorority house next door. A few of their members were still in town. No way in heck did I want any of them to see Danny dressed like this. There would be a freaking stampede across my lawn to get to him. I had no idea how it had happened, but the guy I’d crushed on for two years was my present from my sorority sisters, and I wasn’t going to share him with anyone else. I’d waited far too long to let this opportunity pass me by. I wasn’t going to let another girl steal him from me.

Stretching my arm out to wrap the soft material of his Santa coat in my fist, I jerked him toward me. “Get in here before someone sees you.”

“Do I look that bad?” He glanced down at his chest and flexed his pectorals. “I thought I did the costume justice.”

“Bad?” I echoed, shaking my head as I slammed the door shut behind us. “Not even close.”

He flashed me a cocky grin, his green eyes gleaming with confidence. “So, you like the way I look?”

“I always have,” I sighed as I greedily took in the way his muscular thighs filled out the red pants of his costume.

“Always?”

“Um.” I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to decide if I should tell him that I’d been crushing on him for two years. Would my confession scare him away? Or would he be flattered?

I was lost in my head when he yanked me forward, and I pressed my palms against his chest to steady myself so I didn’t trip over my own feet. I couldn’t think straight with my hands on his bare skin, so it took me longer than it should have to realize I’d missed whatever he’d just said. “Pardon me?”

Instead of repeating himself, he murmured, “Fuck waiting,” before lowering his head. Then his mouth crashed against mine, and I couldn’t have cared less about talking. All of my focus was on his kiss. My very first, and I was ecstatic to share it with Danny.

I savored the feel of his lips moving against mine. A thrill of excitement raced down my spine when the hand cradling the back of my skull tugged on my hair to tilt my head back so he could deepen the kiss. When he nipped my bottom lip, I gasped, and he took full advantage of my parted lips, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with mine. I didn’t want to miss anything, but my eyes drifted shut as I lost myself to his kiss. I wasn’t sure how much time passed as we stood in the foyer, wrapped up in each other. It could’ve been a minute or an hour...either way, I wanted this kiss to go on forever.

His hard length pressed against my belly, and the dampness in my panties grew. With only one kiss, I was already drenched and needy. When he tore his mouth from mine, his chest heaving, a whimper of protest escaped my lips. His fingers dug into my hips as he lifted me off my feet. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going anywhere without you.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, too turned on to feel embarrassed when my core pressed against his rock-hard abs. He had to be able to feel how hot and wet I was for him, but I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to me was the progress Danny made up the stairs toward my room...and my twin-sized bed. My sexy Santa was the best gift I’d ever received, and I couldn’t wait to unwrap him and get to the really good stuff hiding under that costume.

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