Page 28 of Trapped with the Covert Ops Soldier

“When did you put the condom on?”

“While you were staring at my handsome face.”

She thought about it for a moment. “Nope. I stared at your monster cock the whole time you were taking those incredibly sexy plaid boxers off. Couldn’t take my eyes off him.”

He strode back into the bedroom with a cloth in his hand. He knelt on the mattress and cleaned her, then he tossed the cloth on the floor and crawled up the bed to lie next to her.

“I’ve got special ninja skills.”

“Ha, I plan on keeping a sharp eye on you next time.”

“See, that’s the question I want to ask.”

“What question?”

“When can we do this again?”

She sent him a saucy smile. “That depends on how fast you reload, soldier.”

He stroked a hand down her face and gazed at her as if she were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “It won’t be long.”

She’d seen that expression before, but never on Smitty’s face and never directed at her. She’d seen it on the faces of the men she’d returned home with as they met their wives and girlfriends. It was the expression a man wore when he felt something powerful for a woman.

She was so not the right woman for Smitty.

She wasn’t the right woman for anyone, and probably would never be.

Chapter Seven

Smitty woke her onlyonce during the night to make love with a furious passion that surprised her with its speed and ferocity. They made love again in the shower, both needy after teasing each other with soap and shampoo.

She let him drive her to work without chucking any dynamite into Lost Lake for the first time in weeks. She saw patients until about 11:30 when she planned an early lunch with the Sheriff at the diner down the street from the clinic.

He arrived as she was hanging up her lab coat and tipped his hat to her. “Morning Abby.”

“Morning.”

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