ROMANCING HER PROTECTOR (7 page)

different. Shay was somehow different in his eyes.

“I can’t,” Shay said again. But she wavered. “I have class tonight.”

He placed his hand on the side of her face. “Tomorrow night then?”

Shay felt her pulse race when he touched her. Then she shook her head. This was not

what she had in mind when she impulsively caught that commuter train to Baltimore. “I don’t

feel like you understand what I’m saying.”

“I understand perfectly. You said you had a class tonight. I said fine, what about

tomorrow night.”

“But what about your money? I can’t accept a gift like that.”

“Then call it a loan, all right,” Matty said, although he’d be sleeping in his grave before

he allowed her to pay him back a dime. “With zero interest.”

It was too tempting for Shay to turn down. His interest rate was perfect, but what else

would he require of her? “And what do you get in return for this zero interest loan?”

Matty stared at her. She didn’t realize it, but he was now so close to her that he felt

intoxicated by her sweet smell, her sexy eyes, her loveliness. “The satisfaction of knowing that

you’re okay,” he said, staring at her hair, her eyes, her breasts.

“I’ll pay it back,” she said, unable to regulate her breathing now. All she could think

about was his nearness, his male scent, his sensuality. “I’ll pay back every dime.”

He kissed her cheek. “I know you will,” he said, as he kissed her other cheek. And

when Shay looked at him, and he saw the lust in her eyes, too, he was undone. He placed his

lips onto hers and kissed her so passionately that Shay knew she was a goner too. But this was

not the plan. This was not it, at all.

But it became the plan because Matty would not let up. His kissing deepened, his

closeness became airtight close, his big arms wrapped themselves around her small body and

pulled her against him. She felt his erection expanding against her, she heard him moan her

name, and she closed her eyes, unable to think rationally any longer. It was just as it was the

first time they kissed.
Intense
!

“Somebody could come in here,” she said breathlessly, attempting to forestall the path

they seemed destined to take.

But Matty wasn’t worried in the least about any sudden intrusion. Did she realize who

he was? Not one of his employees would have the nerve to just walk into his office without

permission. “Nobody’s coming,” he said, kissing her so hard that he had her backed against

the desk and leaned over.

His mouth kissed her chest as his hand lifted her blouse and then lifted her bra over her

breasts. He started sucking both globes and kissing them and making her feel the way she was

beginning to believe only he could make her feel. He had her sitting on his desk, with his body

between her legs, as he kissed and sucked and made her breasts feel as if they were scorched

by fire.

She knew this was insane. What self respecting woman would allow a man to take her

in his office this way? Especially after coming all this way to proclaim how saintly she was,

how she was nobody’s whore.

But Shay was never a blamer. She always took full responsibility for her own actions.

And the answer was clear. He was able to take her like this because she wanted him to take

her. It would lead no-where, and she knew it, but for right now she didn’t care about that.

She just wanted him to make love to her again. She just wanted to feel him inside her again.

Her roommate Jessica would call her weak and insufficient, the epitome of the dick-whipped

sister. But Shay always ignored women like Jessica. Jess talked a good talk, but in the end,

whenever the right man came along, whenever lust and emotions were involved, she was no

more superior than anybody else.

Matty was the right man for right now. Because she loved his touch and wanted more

and more of it. She couldn’t get enough of Matty.

And Matty couldn’t get enough of her. He knew he shouldn’t have kissed her. He

knew he shouldn’t have let it get out of hand again, because now he couldn’t stop. And he

wanted her so badly he wanted to take her raw. He wanted to feel her bareness, her rawness.

He wanted to feel it so intensely that his dick was aching by just the thought of it.

“Shay,” he said, still kissing her, “you trust me, don’t you?”

Shay was leaned back, enjoying his every kiss, but somehow she couldn’t fix her mouth

to say yes, she trusted a man she barely knew. She trusted him to make her feel good, she

trusted that he knew what he was doing sexually to her. But what kind of trust was he talking

about?

He reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties so fast and so furiously that

they fell down to her ankles in one swift swoop. He lifted one of her legs, causing one leg of

her panties to drop off of her, and then he bent down and took her into his mouth.

Shay fell back on her elbows and wrenched in pure pleasure as his mouth kissed,

sucked, licked, and ate her. She’d never felt such an intensity before. And her body couldn’t

take it. It lifted and fell, lifted and fell, and Matty squeezed her buttocks and kissed and

sucked and licked and ate harder and harder. But as soon as she thought she would explode,

as soon as she thought she couldn’t bear this kind of intensity, he stopped, looked at her, and

then unzipped his pants.

He lifted her up and leaned her against him. “You trust me, Shay?” he asked her again

in a voice that sounded almost wounded. But Shay was not so thrown that she didn’t begin to

understand why he kept asking her that.

“I’m not sure,” she said with the kind of brutal honesty he was coming to expect from

her. He looked at her again, rubbing her hair back, and he smiled. Shay was
different
.

He put on a condom.

She looked at him, at his manhood, at the lust in his eyes. His penis was so engorged,

so full and thick that she just knew she couldn’t take that in too, not after that intense oral

clinic he’d just given to her.

But she did take it, all of it, and she wanted to scream with the pleasure of it. But she

didn’t scream. They were in his office, after all, not on some deserted island somewhere. She

muted her screams, but the elation didn’t stop.

He slid in and out of her, in and out of her, slow at first and then in faster and faster

gyrations until he was pounding her, over and over, muting his elation too as he pounded. And

when it came, it came so intense that Matty slumped over her, and could barely contain his

excitement. He’d experienced this all-consuming level of great passion twice in his life, and

both times were with this young innocent.

He was in trouble.

After their now exhausted bodies slumped against each other for more than a few

seconds, Matty finally stood erect. He looked at Shay. She had that look of guilt on her face

again, as if she enjoyed it, but felt she shouldn’t have done it. He wanted to tell her that it was

all right, that he wasn’t using her or thought of her any less for wanting him almost as much as

he wanted her.

But he didn’t say a word. They were already at the point of no return, it seemed to

him. There was no way he was going to have this kind of great sex with her, feel the kind of

feelings he was beginning to feel for her, and just let her waltz out of his life. The last time

she left him, alone in that motel room, he felt as if he had just let something special get away

from him.

Now he understood why he felt that way. It wasn’t just the great sex, although that

was a major part of it, he’d admit, but it was more about her. About Shay. It was like his

business dealings. It was an instinctive thing because instinctively he knew when he had the

real deal, and when he needed to back off. With Shay, almost from the first time he saw her

working so hard at Stop Gap, he knew she was the real deal.

He lifted her into his arms, her already half discarded panties falling off of her other leg

also. He carried her into the bathroom adjacent to his office and sat her on the marbled

countertop. He then grabbed a wash cloth and began to rinse it in warm water.

Shay just sat there. She’d never seen such a beautiful room, a room probably twice the

size of her entire dorm room. And there he was, Matthew Driscoll, his pants still unzipped, his

penis still exposed as he removed the condom and flushed it down the toilet. Then he took a

warm cloth, opened her legs, and began to gently wipe her.

And even that, his cleaning her up, was a turn on to Shay. Everything about this man

was a turn on to Shay. Was sex this intense for everybody? Or was she some kind of new to

the game, sex-starved nympho? Especially now, when she wanted him to take her again, and

she wanted it so badly.

Which scared her. What was she doing? He probably already had a girlfriend, maybe

even more than one. He’d already hinted back at that motel that he hadn’t made a clean break

with whomever he had been seeing. And here she was allowing him to bang her in his office

like she was starring in some ridiculous porn flick. What in the world had she done? How

could she be this irresponsible!

But she was still under his spell. That was the pitiful part of it all to her. Because she

wasn’t obsessing on his relationship with any other woman. She was thinking about her

relationship with him, and how in the world was she going to leave here today and not crave

his manhood inside her again. That was all she could think about. Being pounded by him,

over and over. She wanted it again.

And Matty wanted it too. Worse than she did. That was why he stopped wiping her

and began kissing her on the lips. His kissing intensified and as soon as Shay wrapped her

arms around his neck, to give as good as she was getting, and he was entering her again. This

time there was no condom. This time it wasn’t even a pretense of finesse. He pounded her

straight out of the gate, he pounded her furiously, and within minutes they both came again.

Came with that elusive intensity that only their chemistry could conjure.

Shay’s head lobbed back as the pleasure overtook her, and Matty leaned into her as the

pleasure overtook him. For an experienced man like him, who’d been with many different

kinds of women, it was Shay who had managed to rock his world. Young, inexperienced

Shay.

He was in trouble.

FIVE

“Hold the elevator!” Shay yelled as she and Jessica Malveau ran down the corridor of

Devender Hall and jumped onto the elevator. They were already running behind schedule, and

would only run further behind if they had been forced to take the stairs.

“Don’t even try that, Ricky,” Jessica said into her Bluetooth as she had a very private

conversation on her cell phone in the otherwise silent, cramped space. Shay leaned against the

back of the elevator and watched her roommate. And she was a piece of work. Jessica

Malveau was a short, high yellar Jersey girl who made juggling boyfriends an art form. Last

Shay could determine, she was juggling four beaus and counting.

She, in fact, was on the overcrowded elevator talking with boyfriend number three on

her cell phone. And she was her usual loud, obnoxious self. But she was beautiful, that was

why four guys would allow her to juggle them, because each one was too infatuated with her

to risk losing her, even if they only had a quarter of her.

Shay leaned against the back of the elevator and wondered if Matty was juggling

women, too. He was so gorgeous, and knew so masterfully how to please a woman, that it

was hard to believe he wasn’t already taken himself. He didn’t say anything, except that he

wasn’t fully committed to anyone right now, which made her what? No better than those four

idiots Jessica juggled? She pinched the bridge of her nose. What difference did it make?

Nothing in this life had ever turned up spades for her, anyway. Why should her love life be

any better?

When the elevator dinged open on the first floor, all of the students raced out and

headed for their mailboxes, a tried and true ritual before they took off for class. Shay never

bothered, she didn’t have anyone to receive mail from, but instead leaned against the

receptionist desk and waited for Jessica, who was still on the phone, to check hers.

Shay had on her headphones, listening to Usher lay it down, her head bobbing with the

beat, when the receptionist handed her a small box.

Shay removed the headphone out of one of her ears. “What’s this?”