Unwrapping His Package

“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.

6

Danny

I hadn’t intended to confess my obsession to Delia, but I also couldn’t lie to her. I wanted nothing but open honesty between us, and now that she knew, I felt like we were starting with a clean slate. One that clearly stated we belonged to each other.

“I’m going to draw you a bath, baby,” I murmured as I drew my fingers through her silky hair. Then I sat up and turned to the side, trying not to fall off her twin-size bed in the process. Standing up, I couldn’t stop staring at Delia over my shoulder. She was snuggled up to the pillow we’d been sharing with a soft, satisfied smile. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Forcing my gaze away, I padded into her bathroom, grateful she had one in the suite. It was as big as a Cracker Jack box, but it still had a small tub.

Once I’d filled it with steaming water, I went back out and scooped Delia into my arms. She laid her head on my shoulder while I carried her to the bath, and I wondered if I would always feel so content with her in my embrace. She made me burn with lust but also feel at ease and comfortable.

I lowered her into the tub and took a step back, but before I could pivot and leave, she grabbed my wrist in a strong grip. It was stronger than I’d expect from someone so petite, and it totally turned me on.

“You aren’t coming in with me?” she asked with an adorable pout.

I shook my head, then dragged my gaze down her deliciously naked body while my cock swelled and strained in her direction. “Your pussy needs a little rest, baby. I took you pretty hard for your first time.”

Delia huffed and rolled her eyes. “I’m not a china doll who is going to break.”

I grinned and crouched beside the tub. “If I didn’t think you could take it, I would have backed off. But, baby, I’m going to be spending a fuck ton of time between your legs for the rest of our lives. I figured it would be a good idea to treat your pussy with the love and care it deserves.”

She blushed, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her shyness, considering everything we’d just done to each other.

I got to my feet again, but they remained rooted to the ground when I caught Delia’s gaze glued to my cock. She licked her lips, and I groaned. “Don’t look at me like that, baby. Or you're going to find yourself with a mouthful of my dick before you know what’s happening.”

“What if that’s what I want?”

I closed my eyes and groaned again. “You’re killing me, Delia. Just take your bath, and we’ll revisit this later.” Then I hastily exited the bathroom, leaving the door open so I’d hear her if she needed me.

My cell phone rang just as I was looking around and realizing I had no clothes beyond my costume. Great, Holland, let your dick do the thinking for you, and this is what happens. Grumbling, I grabbed my phone from her desk and answered when I saw Leland’s number.