Page 71 of Under His Protection
“There aren’t any camerasinsidethe house, are there?” she asks with a nervous chuckle.
“No. Just outside. Your privacy in the house is protected. Your mom and Mack insisted on that.”
“Good. I’ve been so preoccupied with everything that’s going on I haven’t had time to appreciate the fact that we’re essentially living together.” Her smile widens. “We finally haveprivacy.”
She presses her lips to mine and nudges my mouth open. The tip of her tongue darts into my mouth, and immediately, my dick hardens.
Privacy—the one thing we’ve lacked in our dating relationship thus far, and now we have it in spades. I get where she’s going with this, but I’m afraid now’s not the right time for us to take our relationship to a new level. “Haley.”
“Hmm?”
“You’ve got a lot on your plate right now, and with the added stress of knowing you have a stalker, I don’t think this is the right time for us to, um, move forward in our relationship.”
She pulls back, her smile instantly vanishing. “Why not?”
“You’re under a lot of strain right now, and I don’t think this is a good time— ”
“We have awhole houseto ourselves, Philip. After Charlie and Mateo return to the security apartment for the night, there’s no one to interrupt us. There’s no one who’ll know—or care—what we do behind closed doors.”
She slides one hand up to the back of my head and gently massages the nape of my neck. My nerve endings blow up, sending shivers down my spine, straight down to my balls. My dick is swelling more each second, and I know she can feel that. She’s sitting on my lap.
“But you’re under a lot of pressure right now, and I don’t want to add to that.”
“Don’t you think you should letmebe the judge of what I can handle?” She pulls back to study my expression. “You don’t want to have sex.”
“It’s not that!” I wrap my arms around her hips and pull her closer. “There’s nothing I want more than to be with you.”
“Then what is it?”
“I’ve told you—I’m a big guy.All over.” I pin my gaze on hers to make my point. “You’re a virgin, Hale. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ve had the whole virginity talk already with my mom. I know it might be uncomfortable the first time.”
“There’s nomightabout it.”
“Okay, then itwillbe uncomfortable the first time, but that’s normal. Once my cherry is popped—”
I wince at her phrasing.
“I mean,” she says, changing her approach, “once we get past the first time, it’ll be fine. I’m just saying, I’m educated on the topic, I know what to expect, and I’m not worried about it.”
I blow out a heavy breath. I’m trying to protect her, and she’s not making it easy.
Her eyes narrow. “Have you had bad experiences before? I mean, with virgins? Or with any girls for that matter?”
Now this is a conversation I do not want to have with her. It’s never a good idea to talk about past sexual experiences with your girlfriend.
When I don’t answer, she presses me. “Philip?”
“Maybe.”Yes.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, I definitely don’t want to talk about my past sexual experienceswith you.”
She shifts position so that she’s straddling my lap. When she reaches between us and presses her hand to the length of my growing erection, I moan. That’s the one thing I crave more than anything—Haley touching me. Putting her hands on any part of me. I think when we finally get there, I’ll lose my freaking mind.
She leans close, her mouth near my ear, and whispers, “Iwantthis. I’mreadyfor this. And now, finally, we have a place all to ourselves. This evening, after Charlie and Mateo turn in—”
