Fuck… Warm shivers overtake me as I think about what it would be like to have this girl naked in front of me, able to do whatever lewd and obscene things I want.
That would be a Christmas to remember. It would be my favorite one.
“Sir?” she says when I don’t answer. It’s getting hard to talk with the way my heart is pounding and with the way my mind is obsessing over her.
I already know I’m fucked. This is so bad.
There’s no way I’m letting this innocent little beauty escape. I’m not letting her go.
She’s mine now and there’s no going back.
“Yes,” I say in a deep throaty voice. “Give me your information.”
“My license?”
I swallow hard. “Yes.”
Our cars didn’t hit, so exchanging information is unnecessary, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to give up the chance to get this sweet angel’s address.
She pulls her license out of her pocket and hands it to me. I snap a picture of it with my phone, loving that I can now pull it up and stare at the tiny photo of her staring straight at the camera whenever I want.
She has nice long brown hair under that hat. I can’t wait to get her inside and peel it off slowly, letting those soft gorgeous locks tumble down on her shoulders, on her neck, on my trembling hands.
My cock is coming to life despite the cold, getting hard and long as it strains against my pants. It aches with being so close to this dream girl, but at the same time, being so far away.
“And yours?” she says.
What the fuck is with me? I’m such a mess.
I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out my wallet. She pulls out her phone as I grab my driver’s license and hand it to her.
“You’re a doctor?” she asks when she reads it.
I nod. “A surgeon.”
She looks impressed as she watches me.
I grin as she takes the photo. I’ve saved a lot of lives in my career, but seeing that look in her sexy eyes as she looked up at me was worth all the years of studying, the insanely long hours, the stress, the crazy high tuition, the intense pressure… It was all worth it for that moment. To see my girl looking up at me like I’m something special.
Holly keeps her phone out and starts thumbing through it. The blue light glows on her face, creating an ethereal look that’s getting me lightheaded. She’s so stunning. My body craves her in a bad way.
“What are you doing?” I ask with an edge to my voice.
If she’s texting a boyfriend to come and get her, I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do. I don’t care if this little prick got to her first, she’s mine now and I’m not giving her up for anyone or anything. I’ll leave him on the side of the road if he tries to take her from me. The snow will bury him. The newspapers will wonder where he is. They’ll find him in spring when the snow melts, beaten and bruised by my fists. That’s what any man deserves for daring to touch what’s mine. That’s what they’ll get if they try to take my Holly away.
“I’m trying to find a tow truck,” she says as she scrolls on her phone. “Well, two tow trucks, I guess.”
I put my hand over her screen and her shocked eyes dart up to mine.
“We don’t need a tow truck,” I tell her. “We don’t need anyone.”
She glances back over her shoulder and that spot of flesh on her slender neck becomes visible again, furiously tempting me. “But my car…”
“You’re not driving that thing again.”
Her eyes widen. “But it’s not that badly damaged.”
“You’re not driving it,” I repeat in a more forceful voice. “It’s unsafe. It’s a wreck waiting to happen. I’m not letting you get into it again. You’re too precious for a car like that.”
She deserves a tank to bring her around. I want several thick inches of bulletproof metal around her, keeping her safe.
“But that’s all I have.”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” I tell her. “Any model you want.”
Her shoulders drop as she looks up at me. She thinks I’m fucking with her. That I’m making fun of her. She’s going to find out how serious I am. There’s nothing this girl will want that I won’t provide her. She’ll see soon enough.
“I’m not joking, Holly,” I tell her. “My sister and her husband own a dealership. I’ll get you the latest safest SUV. Fully loaded with luxury. The works.”
She looks so confused. “But why?”
I slip my glove off and gently graze my hand over her chin. “Because it’s Christmas. You can think of me as your guardian angel. That’s what I am now. I’ll always be looking out for you, Holly Evans. I’ll always be yours.”