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turned and faced him and then slowly rose.

When she moved toward him, his cock instantly got hard. He had a lot of shit he needed to do to get this place safe and secure for them, but all he could think about was being with her. She was right in front of him, lifting her hands and placing them on his jacket.

They were both filthy, but he noticed a small tub behind the altar, probably for baptisms, but for them it would make a great place to bathe.

“This is kind of crazy, Collin,” she said in a soft voice and looked at him. “And a little surreal.”

“But it feels right.” Collin didn’t state it like a question.

Rebecca looked down at the ground but kept her hands on his chest. The silence was killing him, and Collin wasn’t used to that feeling. He had always gotten things handed to him, because if not, the repercussions were grave and deadly, but with Rebecca, he wanted to make sure she wanted this.

He didn’t want to force her into anything, but at the same time, he didn’t want to let her go, couldn’t let her go.

If she refused him, fought him tooth and nail on leaving with him, Collin would have pressed the issue. He never would have forced her to do something she didn’t want to do, but only if she was safe. If there was a situation she wanted to be stubborn about, and danger was close, he would have thrown her over his shoulder and fought anyone who came close. He wanted her to be protected above all else.

She looked into his eyes, so understanding, so open and curious, and his fucking heart sped up right then and there.

“It does feel right, and I think that’s the craziest part of all this.” She licked her lips, and he watched the act. “I don’t know anything about you, yet I feel so safe being with you.” She shook her head, and a moment of silence stretched between them. “I shouldn’t though, not after the stuff I’ve been through or the things I have seen.” She stared at him, and this anger rose inside him like a fucking sledgehammer needing to destroy something. Just thinking about anyone wanting to hurt her enraged him.

“In this world, we have to take what we can get, especially when it feels right.” He cupped her face, wanting to kiss her so damn badly. Why the fuck was he trying to stop himself? Leaning in, he pressed his mouth to hers, felt her open for him, and knew he had to have her tonight. He couldn’t wait, not when she was so damn receptive. He stroked her tongue with his, groaned out when she moaned into his mouth, and slid his hand down her back.

He cupped her ass, squeezing the mounds. She was wearing too many clothes, like all of them, but before he could tear the fucking material away, she broke the kiss and took a step back.

He lowered his head but kept his gaze locked on her. Right now, he felt pretty feral, but he’d let her call the shots and lead the way for this first time.

Only for this first time though.

16

The sun set some time ago, and Rebecca had actually had a bath in the baptism pool, although it’d been frigid. They gathered the pond water, filled the tiny pool in the church, and she cleaned herself with the soap she found at the grocery store.

She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so clean since the world had ended, and even her teeth felt minty thanks to the toothpaste and toothbrush she also snagged. Now she was watching Collin as he finished bathing too.

They found some candles in the loft storage area above, as well as several in brass candleholders around the main floor. The clothes she had on were clean, but she was already itching to have them off. She wanted his naked body pressed against hers, wanted to feel his big, calloused hands moving along her flesh, tweaking her nipples, stroking her pussy. God, she was so wet.

Shifting on the pew, she glanced over her shoulder once more after turning away, trying to give him privacy.

He stood, his back to her now, with the sight of his broad shoulders and muscular back on full display. But the massive raven tattoo that covered the width of his shoulders and branched all the way down to the small of his back looked deadly