Page 7 of Under His Protection
I cup her cheek with my free hand. “Don’t tell the guys, but I’d much rather hang out with you than with them.”
Her dark eyes light up, and if I’m not mistaken, she’s blushing.
God, she’s so sweet.
And so damn innocent.
I know for a fact she’s never had a boyfriend before me. She’s a virgin, and that concerns me. I’ve never been with a virgin before.
Without warning, Haley moves to sit astride me, facing me. I clamp my hands on her bare thighs, and again there’s that incredibly soft skin. Already I’m getting hard, and I’m sure she can feel my growing erection through my jeans.
Mentally, I start reviewing the roster for the Chicago Cubs baseball team in an effort to distract myself from the fact she’ssitting on me. I know it’s a cliché to think about baseball as a distraction from thinking about sex, but it really does work.
Somehow my hands find themselves on her hips. When she scoots forward, I realize if we weren’t wearing clothes I could slide right inside her.
She’s a virgin.
I’m big.
There’s no way I can avoid hurting her our first time. It’s just a biological fact. And the idea of hurting her makes me mental.
Haley gazes into my eyes, studying me like she’s searching for the answers to all the questions in the universe. Her pupils are dilated. Her soft cheeks are a pretty shade of pink.
Don’t think about pink right now.
I’m imagining her pink pussy. Of course, I’m making an assumption here because I haven’t actually seen it myself—not yet. But my God, the temptation is sometimes more than I can bear.
“Philip?”
I meet her gaze. “Hmm?”
“Thank you for helping me move in today.”
“You’re very welcome.”
She brushes her thumbs across my cheeks, and the heat from her touch radiates through me, settling low in my groin.
This is torture, and yet I don’t want it to ever stop.
When she leans in to kiss me, her soft lips brush lightly against mine. Her touch is hesitant, shy almost, and my dick grows harder.
I envy Jason and Liam because they live with their girlfriends. They share their lives with their partners, day in and day out. Evenings, nights, mornings. With Haley just starting college, I don’t see us reaching that stage for a long time.
But God, I want to fall asleep with her in my arms every night, and I want to wake up with her in my bed every morning. I want us to cook meals together, do the dishes together, the laundry. I want to kill spiders for her. “Are you afraid of spiders?”
Her eyes widen at thatnon sequitur. “Not really. I used to be when I was little, but not anymore.” She glances around the bed like maybe there’s something she should be aware of. “Maybe a tarantula, but not regular household spiders. Why?”
I shake my head. “It’s nothing.”
I want her.
I want to be part of her life and give her the world. I want her to need me, to rely on me. I want to be the one she comes to when she needs something, anything, big or small.
She kisses me again, although this time she’s more confident. Her lips nudge mine apart, and she runs her tongue along my lower lip.
I groan.
Loudly.
