Page 75 of Under His Protection
He laughs. “Yes, of course I have condoms. I can’t believe you—where did you get them?”
“Online.”
He shakes his head. “Leave it to the class valedictorian to be prepared for all contingencies.”
I take his reaction to mean he’s saying yes, finally. I press my palms against his rock-hard shoulders and push him back onto the bed. Then I climb up, straddle his hips, and lean down to kiss him. I may be a virgin still, but I’ve seen movies. Lots of movies.
“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” he asks as he rolls us so that I’m lying underneath him. But he’s careful to keep his weight off of me.
He scoots us both up so our heads are on the pillows. While he kisses me, he reaches back and opens the top drawer of his nightstand, pulls something out, and slips it beneath his pillow.
Brushing my hair back from my face, he gazes down at me. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I smile. “I’ll bet you say that to all your girlfriends.”
He shakes his head. “Just you.” He cups the side of my face. “The first night I met you, I knew you were the one. My brain said, ‘That’s her! She’s the one!’ And then your dad glared daggers at me during the entire party, and I knew it would be a long time before I’d get a chance like this.”
When he leans down to kiss me, his lips coax mine open. “I’ll try my best to be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I slip my fingers into his hair and tug lightly on the strands. “You won’t.” When he opens his mouth to say something, I cut him off quickly. “Don’t say it! I know what you’re going to say. Just don’t.”
I don’t want to hear any more about his size, or that it’s going to hurt the first time. I already know it will, and I just want us to get past that.
He resumes kissing me, and suddenly we’re done talking. His fingers slip into my hair, and his lips trail kisses across my cheek and down my neck. When he kisses the soft spot underneath my jaw, delicious tingles skate down my spine, making me shiver as goosebumps erupt all over me.
I run my hands over his broad shoulders and down his back, lightly scraping my nails against his bare skin. He moans, and the sound lights me up inside.
When his lips reach my clavicles, one of his hands travels down the front of my oversized T-shirt and slips up underneath it. He’s touched me before—my breasts—but this time it feels different, because this time it’s just the start.
My back arches off the mattress when his thumb brushes one of my nipples. I can feel the tip tightening. I can literally feel my body reacting to his touch as the sensation travels to the spot between my legs.
“Maybe we could take this off,” he suggests as he reaches for the hem of my shirt.
I nod, and that’s all the permission he needs. He grasps the hem and lifts the shirt up and over my head, peeling it off my body. I gasp as cool air brushes over my heated skin, making both my nipples tighten into little knots. I can literallyfeelthe change.
When my shirt is gone, he draws one peak into his mouth and gently sucks on the tip. The unfamiliar sensation is overwhelming. I cry out sharply.
He freezes, instantly releasing my nipple.
“No, it’s fine!” I gasp, not wanting him to stop. “I just didn’t expect it to feel so intense.”
He chuckles. “I think you’re about to experience a lot of new sensations.”
His mouth returns to what it was doing earlier, only he picks the other nipple this time. But I’m too preoccupied with what his other hand is doing to pay attention. He skims his free hand down my body and slips his fingers into my panties. A long, thick finger slides between my legs, touching and teasing me until it reaches my opening. I can tell I’m already wet—the throbbing heat I feel down there is a dead giveaway.
His groan confirms my suspicions. Gently, he rims my opening with the blunt tip of his finger. “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I want this. I want you.”
Philip quickly removes the rest of my clothes, leaving me completely naked. My stomach tightens, and suddenly my skin is covered in fresh goosebumps.
His finger returns to the heated spot between my legs. His fingertip slides through my lips, gently stroking me. “Open your legs for me, babe.” His voice is low and rough. “A little more.”
Despite feeling self-conscious, I do as he asks, and suddenly, his finger brushes against my clitoris. Pleasure streaks up my spine, and I suck in a shaky breath.
He begins rubbing slow circles on my clit, all the while kissing me. His tongue slips inside to find mine, stroking and teasing and tasting. Soon, my entire focus is on his finger and the delicious things it’s doing to me. I feel myself throbbing down there as pleasure swells inside me.
“Philip.” I grasp his shoulders and hold on tightly.
