Page 42 of Resistant

I goad her, “Are you afraid of needles?”

She balks, crosses her arms over her chest and says, “Yes, I am.” She walks out of the room, calling over her shoulder, “I’m going to see what I can round up for brunch since we skipped breakfast.”

She’s something else. My badass Angel who will shoot men in her own front yard but won’t let me take a tiny vial of blood. I’ll have to get creative and exercise the magnitude of my patience to get her to cooperate.

I’ve spent the afternoon scouring the house, looking for more bugs. I’ve taken all the vents apart, disturbed an acre of dust bunnies in my lab, and come out empty-handed.

I’m frustrated, and I’m not sure what our next move should be. I push my hair out of my face and Brynn comes in with a cup of something steaming in a mug. She half-smiles in amusement.

“You look terrible, your hair is standing on end like you’ve been electrocuted.”

“Oh yeah?” I look her up and down. Her tank top is sweat-stained, she’s been banging around and cursing in the bathroom. My Angel likes her bathroom to be spotless, she scrubbed the same spots again and again.

I need to get her some clothing soon, while I like seeing her in a tank top and panties, or my t-shirts, it’s not conducive to my productivity. Well, not the kind I’m after at the moment anyway.

I step toward her and pull her into my space. She wipes at her forehead and as my fingers curl around her hip, her eyes go dark, and she breathes through her teeth. I nip her bottom lip and settle her against me. I can smell the sweat and taste the salt from her lips in my mouth.

“It’s time for a break, Angel. We need to spend some more time getting to know each other in the shower.”

She smirks,

“As if I’d ever be able to say no, Declan.”

She looks me up and down, and shudders. My inner caveman roars to life inside my head and I block any of her forward movement with my body, caging her in against the door. Her breath hitches and she studies my face, peeks down at my hips and back into my eyes.

“See something you want Angel?”

“Yes.” she breathes and reaches for my shirt.

I block her from touching me and pin her wrists over her head with one hand.

I lean closer,

“You’ll have to tell me what it is you want Angel. Specifically. In. Detail. I don’t want any misunderstandings between us. This game we are playing is too dangerous, and I’ll have your trust, your honesty, and your commitment, or I won’t have anything at all.”

She blinks at me.

“I mean it Angel, tell me what you want.”

I sigh, “Would you like me to go first? Give you an example?” She nods. Her expression affirms that I have erased all the vocabulary from her brain.

“I’d like you naked, in front of me almost every minute of every day so I can reach between your thighs and find out how wet you are for me.”

I dig my thumb into her panties searching for and finding her clit, and she whimpers for me. I press into her, slow hard circles and whisper,

“I want to know all your thoughts, I want your mouth on me in every moment, and I want you riding my cock, sweaty and screaming in my arms.”

I feel her wetness seep under my thumb.

“Now Angel, tell me what you want.”

She leans her head back against the wall, exposing her throat and closing her eyes. I’ll allow this for now, but in the future, she’ll learn that I need to see her eyes. I need to see her, vulnerable, open, and raw. I watch her hesitate and realize she’s holding her breath.”

“Breathe baby. I won’t hurt you, I won’t be shocked, and I won’t tease you or torment you. Not about this. I promise.”

She doesn’t open her eyes, but she opens her mouth to speak, her voice is so quiet I almost miss her first words.

“I want you to overwhelm me with your body. I want to touch and be touched everywhere. I want you to bend me over the countertop and fuck me hard. I want to ride you in your desk chair while you are working. I want to suck you off in the shower. I want you to fuck my mouth again and again. I want to grind myself against your mouth until I’m coming so hard, my orgasm will never stop. I want you so deep inside me I don’t know where either of us begins or ends.”

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