Page 37 of Resistant

I lean back again and study her face.

She reaches for me and pulls my ear to her mouth, “So the bathroom is safe?”

I shrug. My hands move to her shoulders, and I stoop so I’m level with her face and stare into her eyes. I need to know that she’s okay, that this will work, that she’s going to cooperate.

“Listen, Angel, I need to know if this is okay with you. You looked pretty pissed off in the superior’s office. I want you here with me, but I don’t want to be an asshole and assume this is what you want because the sex is mind-blowing. Something bigger than us is going on here and I feel like my priority is to keep you safe, with me.”

Angel frowns slightly and looks down at her hands. She’s fidgeting.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Monotony has been my constant for a long time, working in the greenhouses and living in my own head. I’ve said more to you in the past two weeks than I’ve said out loud in more than a year. My head is spinning, with the sex chute, and all this Resistance stuff happening around us that I had no idea about. I don’t know what to make of any of this, and I know I shouldn’t trust you. I shouldn’t trust anyone. But I feel safe with you, and you’ve not given me a reason to believe you’ll hurt me. And, the sex is mind-blowing, so there’s that too.”

“Angel, what the fuck is the sex chute?”

“The stocks? The night when all those other people were down there. It made me think of the chute, except for sex instead of food.”

I laugh. I laugh until my side hurts. This girl, she’s too much. I can’t wait to discover what else is going on in her head.

She smiles shyly and looks away. I can’t have that, so I palm her cheek and turn her gaze back to me. “So, the sex is mind-blowing, huh?”

“I don’t want to give you a big head, so I won’t say any more about it for now.”

“Too late, Angel”

Her gaze is steady, and we stare at each other for long minutes. Her lips part on her exhale and her eyes slightly dilate. I stare at her mouth.

I caress her lip with my thumb, and she closes her eyes and leans into my palm.Fuck, that is hot. I shuck off my shoes using my feet. My fingers travel down her neck to her uniform, I grip the collar and raise my brow, requesting permission.

The expression on her face is heady, she nods, and I rip the entire thing off her body. Her eyes go wide, and I lift her into my arms and step into the shower fully clothed, her in a tank and panties. And there must be a God because when I test the water in the spout with my hand, the water is not frigid. It’s lukewarm. I set her down and mess with the knobs and holy Jesus, we have hot water.

I pull the knob to turn on the shower and face my Angel. My back is pelted with a lukewarm spray that quickly turns hot and I shift her in front of me.

The hot water pours down her face and body and she moans. It’s the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard in my life. I reach around her pulling her back against my chest so I can enjoy the hot water as well. We stand there, fully clothed, and soak up the hot water, letting it run.

She wraps her fingers around my forearm, pulls it towards her, studying my number and places my hand on her hip. She grabs a bar of soap, strips off her clothes and slogs them to the bottom of the tub, and scrubs her body.

I follow her lead and reach to take the soap from her. She looks at me and I lift a brow. She takes a steadying breath and hands me the soap.

I lean over to my rucksack and grab a cloth, soap it up and begin to wash her shoulders with both hands, the cloth skimming in my right hand and my fingers of my left hand slowly rubbing her skin. She whimpers again and leans into me.

I notice her smirk when she feels my hard-on in the small of her back. I hold her steady and move down her back, her sweet ass, thighs, and calves. I stand back up, soap up the rag, and reach around her front starting with her neck and chest.

Before I dip my hands over her tits, I press my lips to her ear and whisper,

“Angel, what is your name?”

She grins, “It’s Brynn.”

I lower my voice and growl in her ear,

“Brynn, I’m Declan, so you know whose name you’re screaming out.”

She stiffens and turns around. She pulls my face down to her and says,

“We need to talk. I’ve been told to find you.”

I’m staring at her lips, and despite the fact that she’s about to open up and tell me things I need to know, I can’t help myself and I kiss her hard. I drop the rag, my hands skimming her waist and resting below her tits. Her skin is incredibly warm here.

“Well Brynn, you’ve found me. What are you going to do with me?”

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