had seen the truth on her face back at the store.
And then when he said they were both survivors, he had seen that same painful and true expression cover her face.
They’d been talking about bullshit before she nodded off. He hadn’t wanted to wake her, because she was clearly exhausted if she could pass out with him being here. And hell, he didn’t know how anyone could get any decent amount of rest with the moans and groans coming from the infected right outside this place.
He moved closer, trying to be quiet so as not to wake her. The sun was starting to set, and although he should turn off the lantern to preserve the battery life, he wanted to be able to see her clearly. She was on her side with her back toward the edge of the loft. The haystacks were blocking her from actually rolling right off the ledge, as were the wooden beams running horizontally.
She’d taken off that big, bulky jacket, and although she had several layers on underneath it, he could see she was a tiny thing. The shirt she wore gapped open at the front slightly, and her delicate little collarbones were showing.
He was a fucking asshole for watching her as she slept, but there was this possessive side of him that reared its head as soon as he had seen her. She was vulnerable as well as strong, and he wanted to protect her.
He reached out and ran his thumb along the thin line of her collarbone, heard her sigh softly in her sleep, and got hard that this woman was his. She didn’t know it, probably would fight him tooth and nail over it, but she was his. Collin’s dick throbbed for release, and he closed his eyes and lay down beside her.
Placing his hand behind his head, Collin stared at the play of light from the lantern on the wooden rafters above him. Rebecca was breathing softly and then shifted closer to him. He stared at her, saw how her raven-colored hair fell over her forehead, and gritted his teeth to force himself not to touch her.
It was wrong to even be lying next to her, to look at her face, her lips, and think about touching her in ways that were dirty as fuck and would have them both sweaty and moaning.
God, stop thinking about this shit or you’ll get blue balls.
She shifted again, moved a little closer to him, but was now on her back. Her breasts were not much more than a handful, but they were fucking hot as they were. Her nipples were hard too, poking against her top and making his mouth water, wanting to pull up the material and latch onto that tip. Since the contamination hit, Collin hadn’t had sex.
Not one fucking time had he felt a woman’s warm, soft body against his. Jerking off was getting old, especially when he had been used to getting willing pussy at the snap of his fingers.
The sound of something banging against the side of the building was loud, echoing off the high ceiling, and had him sitting up. She was still sleeping, and when he sat up fully and looked over the haystacks, he saw an infected had made its way through an opening in the wall. It fell against the side of a broken-down machine.
The metal fell to the ground with a loud clatter, and Rebecca woke on a gasp. He pressed his hand on her belly, flattened it against her body to keep her still, and felt his cock jerk because of that small contact. She made this small noise, and he leaned forward and whispered in her ear softly.
“There is an infected in here. We have to be quiet,” he whispered.
She nodded, and that small movement had her hair brushing along his cheek. He closed his eyes and held back his groan of pleasure that he had this female here with him, pressed so close he could hear her breathing almost intimately.
Pushing those desires away, he focused on the infected walking aimlessly around the main floor. It wouldn’t be long before more infected realized they could get in as easily as this one had. They were high enough that nothing could get them, but once the infected knew they were up here, more would congregate, and it would be impossible to escape the building.
The window was too small to go out of, and even if it wasn’t, they were too high up to