Page 61 of Line of Resistance

But his eyes met with a perfectly safe, perfectly healthy, perfectly naked Eloise.

His racing heart stuttered as his eyes moved down her pebbled, glistening skin. “What’s wrong?”

Her teeth were chattering, clanging together as she scrubbed soap over her skin. “There’s no hot water.”

“But Reggie said—”

“I th-think she was fu-fucking with us.” Eloise dumped a pile of shampoo into her soaking wet hair, movements jerky as she tried to scrub it in. “And unless yo-you’re going to figure out a way to f-fix it, you can stop staring at my tits.”

Hewasstaring at her tits, but only because her nipples were beaded so tight they had to be aching. All of her was probably aching from the onslaught of frigid water.

And he couldn’t just leave her to suffer.

Nate grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it into the pile of Eloise’s clothes before dragging down his pants.

“Wh-what are you d-doing?” Eloise’s whole body was convulsing at this point, and while she might not be benefiting from a cold shower, he certainly would.

Though it might not have the same effect considering the source of his suffering would be inches away.

“You said if I wasn’t going to do something to fix it then I had to stop staring at your tits.” He dropped his underwear, kicking it away before stepping directly under the icy cold spray, blocking her body with his.

Eloise stared at him. “And this is what you picked?” She shivered, but the convulsion was less pronounced than it had been seconds ago. “That water is like ice.”

“What can I say?” Nate shrugged, dropping his eyes down her front. “You’ve got really nice tits.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

ELOISE

ALL IT TOOK was two seconds with a very large, very hard Nate to make her forget all about the cold water.

“You’re naked.” Eloise tried to keep her eyes on his chest but failed miserably. They dropped all on their own, fixating on the elephant in the room. “And hard.”

“That seems to happen around you.” His big hand lifted, fingers sinking into her hair as he continued the washing process she’d abandoned. “We need to hurry up. Especially if this actually is the warm water.”

Eloise’s eyes threatened to roll back in her head as his fingertips massaged her scalp, working Reggie’s Dollar Store shampoo through her strands. “That feels really good.”

Nate made a rumbling sound that might have been a grunt of satisfaction. “Good. I like making you feel good.”

There was no stopping the smile that curved her lips. “I noticed.”

Even in perfect conditions, she usually struggled to get off when someone else was attempting the job. The men she’d spent time with before always struggled with pacing. And roughness. And location.

They pretty much sucked at everything.

Not Nate. Somehow he’d managed to get her off not just once, but twice. And he’d done it under relatively dire circumstances. Times where her brain should have been focused on everything but an orgasm.

Hell, he’d probably be able to do it right now, standing under a spray of water about two degrees away from turning into icicles in a strange woman’s shower while the men who sent a hail of bullets their way less than three days ago seemed to be closing in.

And it made her wonder if she might be able to accomplish a similar feat.

Eloise lifted her lead, meeting the intensity of Nate’s stare as she wrapped her hand around his reaching cock.

His fingers stilled in her hair. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She dragged her fisted hand down his length, the shampoo lingering on her palm adding a glide to his already slick skin.

Nate’s eyes dropped to where she gripped him, his nostrils flaring as she stroked him again. “It looks like you’re fucking me with your fist.”

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