Gift Wrapped by Karla Doyle Page A

her glistening deep-pink lips.
    “I hope that’s not one of the things you want to change.”
    “No.”
    “Glad to hear it.” He slid his hand around her waist and tugged her closer. Brushed a kiss against her irresistible mouth. “Having passion is good.”
    “It really is,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her breasts against his chest.
    The action brought his cock to attention. It also brought the gift bag that’d been looped over her arm into view. If he kissed her again, the windows were guaranteed to get foggy, and they’d be significantly late getting to her parents’ house. Better to focus on the unopened present.
    “You didn’t open it,” he said, nodding toward the red bag.
    Her gaze followed the direction of his gesture. “I haven’t had an opportunity. Should I open it now, or wait?”
    “Up to you. Open it in front of your parents if you want. I’m sure they’ve seen fuzzy handcuffs and nipple clamps before.”
    “Oh god. If they have, I do not want to know about it.” She freed the bag from her arm, then removed the gold-wrapped gift from inside. “Um, there are two presents in here.”
    “I know. The handcuffs and nipple clamps were sold separately.”
    Giggling, she tore the paper from the first box. Then made the sweetest feminine gasp. “Oh my god, Davis. You went to the superstore on your way home last night and got the perfume I mentioned?”
    “Yeah.” He smiled and motioned at the bag. “Open the other one.”
    “I can’t believe you did this.” She shook her head, ripping the red wrapping paper from the second box. “The white chocolates too, my favorite kind.” Her seat belt clicked and she dove at him, covering him with a full-contact hug and a kiss from her warm, delicious lips. “Thank you, and I love the presents, obviously, but…why?”
    “To make sure you got what you wanted, Brinn.”
    “But you didn’t even know me when you bought them.”
    “I disagree. You made time to help a stranger when few people would have. You had a sense of humor and quick wit. You were pretty and sexy and had a great smile. I knew plenty about you. Maybe it was cocky, but I decided to be the guy who’d make your Christmas wish come true.”
    “Wow, that was cocky. Also very sweet.” She placed a soft kiss on his lips, then drew back, giving him one of the smiles that’d hooked him last night in her store. “Just so you know…no gift was required. You already made my Christmas wish come true.”
     

Chapter Seven
     
    The drive from the hospital to her parents’ house took ten minutes. Brinn spent most of the time pretending to take in the familiar surroundings of her hometown, but it was just an excuse to repeatedly look at the driver. His handsome profile with its clean-shaven, strong jaw. The way his wide shoulders filled out his dark coat. His relaxed, confident demeanor as he drove with one hand on top of the steering wheel, the other resting on his thigh. Casual as anything.
    Meanwhile, her stomach was a mess of intricate knots. First of all—the perfume and chocolates. For a guy who claimed he wasn’t a prince, he certainly was charming. How was she supposed to avoid falling for him when he kept doing sweet things? That would require emotional walls she didn’t have. A one-night stand with no feelings involved…easier said than done with Davis. He’d already gotten to her.
    He might not be aware of that fact. However, they were about to spend several hours in close proximity with her family. The three people she loved most in the world. Also the three who knew her the best.
    She’d escaped a barrage of questions back at the hospital because the focus was on her dad. On getting home to enjoy the holiday together. That window had closed, and when the door to the McIntyre house opened…well. It wouldn’t take her family long to figure out that she was quite smitten with her new “friend.” Then it’d be interrogation time, for