Page 8 of Under His Protection
I cup the back of her head, my fingers slipping into her hair, and hold her close so I can deepen the kiss.
She moves on me then, hesitantly brushing herself against the ridge of what is now my full-blown erection. When she rolls her hips on me, lightly pressing herself against me, she moans softly.
I close my eyes and revel in the feel of her against me. Even with our clothes on, I can detect her body’s heat. I lean my head back on the headboard and groan. “God, Hale, you’re killing me.”
When she chuckles, her breath tickles my cheek. And then she presses her lips to my throat, and I see stars.
Fuck, she could come like this, rubbing herself against me, and if she did, I’d come right after her, in my underwear. I’d make a hell of a mess, but I’d sure be a happy man.
“Philip.” My name is a breathy sigh of pleasure.
“Hmm?” I slide my hands down her back to cup her ass cheeks and urge her closer. When I trail kisses up her throat, she melts into me with a soft moan.
We are so close to crossing a line I don’t think we’re ready for. And I don’t know how much longer I can be a gentleman.
Chapter 3 – Haley
Ohmygodthisfeelssogood!He feels so good. Every thick inch of him. And yes, he’s thick. And long. I think back to what Jasmine asked me earlier today… if he was bigall over.The truth is, I’ve never actually seen his erect penis, but I’ve felt it. I’ve rubbed it through his clothing before and marveled as it grew.
I rock myself on his erection. When I press myself against his length, something wonderful happens. I feel warm down there. My body is throbbing and aching, and I’m wet. Tingles shoot up my spine.
The rough, agonized groans he’s making give me the confidence to keep going. I must be doing something right because his hands are clamped to my butt, and he’s pulling me closer.
His mouth opens against mine, hot and hungry. “Haley.”
His voice is suddenly lower and rougher than I’ve ever heard before, and the sound lights me up inside. My aching breasts feel heavy. “Philip.”
He grips my hips and thrusts up against me, his erection hitting my clitoris just right, sending zings of pleasure through me. We’ve made out before, but it’s never been anything likethis.If our clothes somehow magically disintegrated, he could—
I nearly jump out of my skin when the door opens and a tall, slender African-American girl walks in. She’s holding a bag from the campus bookstore as well as a small carry-out food container.
Immediately, I slide off Philip’s lap to sit beside him. “Hi.” I plaster a smile on my face as I wave lamely at a stranger. “I’m Haley.”
The girl freezes mid-step, her dark eyes widening. “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry. I should have knocked first. I didn’t realize you were here.”
Philip shifts position so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed beside me, his feet on the floor. “Hey. Melissa, right? You must be Haley’s roommate. Nice to meet you. I’m Philip.”
“Yes. It’s nice to meet you, too.” Her gaze goes from him to me. “Both of you.” She gestures to her side of the room. “I hope you don’t mind. You weren’t here, so I picked a side.”
I shoot off the bed and straighten my clothes. “I don’t mind at all. This is my, um, boyfriend. We were just—we were—”
“It’s okay,” Melissa says as she crosses over to her desk and sets her things down. “You don’t need to explain. This is your room, too.”
Melissa opens the door of the mini fridge and grabs a bottle of what looks like green tea. “Do you mind if I eat? I haven’t had anything all day. I’m starving.”
“Of course not!” My heart is still pounding. “Make yourself at home. I mean, it’s your room, too.” I wince. “Sorry. I’ve never shared a room before. This is all new to me.”
Melissa gives me a gentle smile as she pulls out her desk chair. “For me, too. Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll be pros at this roommate thing in no time.”
Philip stands, does a bit of a shimmy to readjust himself in his jeans, and reaches for his shoes. When he gestures to the door, I nod.
“We were just leaving,” I say as I grab my own shoes. “Enjoy your dinner.”
She waves. “Will do. I guess I’ll see you later, then?”
“Absolutely. I think we’re going for a walk now or something. I won’t be out late.”
“Curfew’s at ten,” she says. “Lights out at eleven.”
