Page 62 of Line of Resistance

Eloise inhaled sharply. How had he managed to give an already dirty act and even filthier edge? He could have said any other collection of words. He could’ve said she was giving him a hand job. Jacking him off. Yanking his dick. But no. He had to go and say something that made her thighs clench tight. Made her think about actual fucking. About how amazing the thick, long length of him would feel pressing into her body, inch by delicious inch.

She was definitely going to have to add condoms to her emergency kit.

Nate’s fingers tightened in her hair, using the hold to tilt her head back as his mouth claimed hers, hot and hungry. It stole what little sense she had left, making it nearly impossible to maintain a steady rhythm, proving she was not nearly as skilled with her hands as Nate was.

He didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he seemed more than happy to help her out.

His big body crowded hers, pushing her back until she was pinned between the hot wall of his chest and the slippery plastic of the shower wall. One big hand wrapped around hers, squeezing her fingers tighter than she would have dared as he pumped into her hand, fucking her palm hard and fast.

It was probably the hottest thing she’d ever seen, and before long Nate was not the only one breathing heavily. Every thrust of his hips increased the throbbing between her thighs, burying the ache deeper.

“Tighter.” His grip pressed around hers and he groaned. “Good girl. Just like that.”

She probably didn’t deserve his praise considering her effort was minimal, but she was going to take it anyway. There was something about being told she was good, especially by someone who’d seen her be anything but, and it was starting to be a little addicting. Made her willing to consider what she might have to do to get him to say it again.

Hopefully it would involve her mouth.

Nate’s lips covered hers again, teeth catching her lower lip as he grunted, warm breath mingling with hers. “Eloise—” his hand tightened in her hair as warmth splattered across her belly. His big body shuddered, hips continuing to thrust into their joined hands as he groaned against her lips.

The whole thing was unbelievably erotic and had her panting with need of her own.

Nate released her hand, but instead of letting her go, his palm flattened across her belly, wiping away the mess he made before sliding between her thighs. He groaned again as his fingers slid along her pussy. “So fucking wet for me.” He zeroed in on her clit, working it with an unerring touch. “Were you imagining what it would’ve been like if it had been this pretty pussy I was fucking?”

There was no point in denying it. Not when the truth was undeniable. “Yes.”

Nate fingers pressed deeper, easing into her body. “So was I.” His thumb settled onto her clit, fingers rocking in and out, dragging across that magical, mythical spot, and within seconds she was coming, clenching against his probing digits, wishing he could just fuck her right here. Because while the climax was amazing, there was still an emptiness desperate to be filled.

“You really know how to make a man regret his life decisions.” Nate nosed along her neck, lips dragging over her skin. “Because I am really fucking kicking myself for being such a goddamned coward.” He nipped at her flesh, teeth raking against her in the most sensual way. “I could have been touching you like this for the past year.”

She leaned closer, letting her nipples rub against the warmth of his chest. “Guess you’ll have to make up for it.”

“I guess I will.” Nate’s fingers smoothed over her ass, digging into the swell of her cheeks as he shifted their places, putting her back under the water before going to work rinsing the suds from her hair. Every bit of her was relaxed and heavy, making it impossible to protest as he soaped up his hands and ran them over her skin, washing everything.

And his touch was anything but clinical.

He spent extra time on her breasts, stroking her nipples with his thumbs before going back between her thighs, his touch light and careful around her overly sensitive clit. When his fingers dragged along the cleft of her ass, pressing just slightly against the pucker of her hole, she sucked in a breath.

“Interesting.” He chuckled.

Eloise gasped once more when he passed over again, this time teasing the untouched part of her a little more. “What’s interesting?”

“You.”

His exploring fingers slid away and went to work rinsing the soap from her body, but the press of his fingers had reignited the ache in her belly. There was something about the touch that had her hoping he might do it again. Maybe it was because she felt as if she shouldn’t like it. Shouldn’t allow it.

Shouldn’t want it.

Which seemed to be par for the course with this man. After everything that had happened she shouldn’t want him.

But here she was. Desperate for him to touch her anywhere and everywhere.

Literally everywhere.

Her debaucherous thoughts were cut short when the water hitting her skin dropped a few degrees, sending her lunging forward, slick skin smashing against Nate’s.

He quickly spun her way, scrubbing himself clean before switching off the absolutely ridiculously cold spray.

“F-fuck.” Eloise was back to shivering, arms curled over her chest as she fought against the shudders wracking her body.

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