“I went to Kaitlyn’s party and made myself clear to him.”
As I processed what he was truly telling me, I put my pillow aside and went to the freezer. “I don’t have any ice, but this should help.” I handed him a bag of frozen berries wrapped in a paper towel and sat back on the couch.
“Derek Watson is a POS who will probably only apply tonight’s lesson to you. As long as he stays away from you, I’m good.”
“He’s not worth the risk to your football career, babe.”
“You are worth far more than football.”
Loud noise from the TV interrupted our conversation.“Three, two, one—Happy NewYear!”
Danny looked at me with sparks in his eyes. “Happy New Year, T.” He leaned over and fused his mouth to mine, the kiss starting at scorching and arcing to molten in about a second and a half. Somewhere in there the bag of frozen berries hit the coffee table as he kissed a trail from my jaw to my ear, and my body caught fire.Jesus, I’m sohot.
Chuckling against my skin, he said, “You’ll get no arguments about that from me.”
“What?” I asked, dazed from the way his kisses lit me up.
“You are the hottest girl I’ve ever met.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “I said that out loud?”
A puff of air on my skin told me he was laughing.
“I meant hot as inheated. I feel like a furnace.”
“We can fix that.”
Pushing up onto his knees, he pulled his hoodie over his head, closely followed by his T-shirt, both landing somewhere on the floor beside the couch. If I hadn’t been overheating before, the sight of his sculpted shoulders, biceps, and pecs fired my core into a raging conflagration. But before I could skim my hands over all that male beauty, he cocked a brow and said, “Your turn.”
“My turn?” I blinked.
He fisted the hem of my sweatshirt and headed north with it.
“Oh.” I lifted my arms above my head, and then my clothes joined his on the floor.
Danny’s silver-gray eyes blazed as he stared at me in my camisole. His gaze was glued to my breasts where my achingly hard nipples tried to poke through the thin satin. “I’ve jerked off to visions of you in this top more times than I’m willing to admit. Are you wearing the matching panties?”
“There’s one way to find out.” I had no idea who the flirty girl coming out of my mouth was, but he went all in with her.
Standing, he reached his uninjured hand to me. When he pulled me to my feet, he didn’t stop. Instead, he scooped me high into his arms and headed to the bedroom.
“You know what they say about who you kiss on New Year’s Eve,” he said conversationally as he maneuvered me to slide down his front until my feet hit the carpet.
“What do they say?” My question came out breathy, but he felt so good pressed to me, I couldn’t care.
“The person you kiss on New Year’s is who you’ll be kissing all year.” Punctuating his pronouncement, he lowered his head and put his lips on mine, gifting me a slow, burning kiss that curled my toes. “I’m looking forward to this year.”
The sensation of calloused fingertips on my skin alerted me to his intention of divesting me of my camisole. When it caught on my breasts, his raised brows asked the question. I answered it by raising my arms, and then both of us were naked from the waist up.
His big hands covered my chest as he plumped and played with me, his thumbs finding my hard nipples until I moaned.
“You are so perfect.” Lifting his gaze to mine, his words came out on a hoarse croak. “I want you so much.”
“Then have me.” A shiver stole over me as I committed to what he’d been waiting so patiently for me to give.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
