Page 22 of Attraction

“Kat… Thank you.”

Kat steps into the hall, looking at herself in the large mirror over the dresser. She tidies her hair. “Holy shit…” she says, startled by Digby standing behind her. He’s staring at her, his deep-blue eyes a piercing color in the corridor’s dim light. “Hey….”

“Hey…” he strokes his hands on her shoulders. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm… yeah, just tired. She’s going to be okay. Oh, and Oz, you can go sit with her if you want.”

“Kat, thanks for everything,” he says.

“You know I never doubted you,” Digby whispers. “I pulled your file and it said you had an exceptional record. No casualty failures in the field. That’s some pretty impressive readin’”

“Thanks,” she says. “But this could’ve put a serious ding in that record for sure.”

“Hey, don’t worry. It’ll be okay.”

“Yeah, we’ll see. Do you want some more coffee? I was going to make some before I check her over again.”

“Yeah, sure why not? Kat, are you sure you’re okay?”

She doesn’t answer. Tired and concerned, she thinks over the evening’s events as she checks the messages on her cell phone. “Oh fuck,” she swears.

“Is somethin’ wrong?”

“Yeah, I forgot I was meant to go look at that apartment this afternoon. The guy texted that he let it go because I didn’t turn up. Shit! I should’ve called him back and told him I was still interested.”

“You were really gonna take that place?” He frowns. “But why?”

“Why? Because you wanted me to leave and I need somewhere to stay.”

“I didn’t say youhaveto leave.”

“Um, yeah… yeah, you did.” She laughs.

“Well, you know, if I did then maybe I was a little hasty. What I mean is, it’s fine if you want to stay, at least ‘til they find you somethin’ on the base. And you know what, I’ll even move the boxes out of the spare room.”

“You will?” She laughs again. “Well you don’t have to worry, I don’t mind the boxes. Though I am curious about one thing: where the hell did you get all that vodka?”

“Don’t ask questions I can’t answer.” He grins, watching her, unable to take his eyes from her face. The aroma of her fills his nostrils and his cock stiffens, the want pressing against his pants. “Please say you’ll stay?” He leans over her shoulder, placing the cup on the counter in front of her, using his free hand to caress her neck.

“Ryan,don’t.”

“Kat, c’mon I know you want to.” He smiles, placing his lips against the skin on her neck, sending her pulse soaring. Then, he drops a gentle soft kiss against her mark and she succumbs to the feeling, closing her eyes. It’s so comforting and so nice. His strong hand slides down to her waist, and he turns her around in his arms. Then holding his palm against her cheek, he stares her in the eyes. There’s a heightened intensity of sexual feelings between them, and she quickly averts her gaze. Skimming his face and body, she’s conscious not to look directly at him and he notices her avoidance. “Kat, look at me.”

“Ryan, … I said don’t!”

“And I said look at me!”

“I need to check on Ellen.”

“Oz is with her; he’ll get you if she needs anythin’.” He smiles, leaning forward, and presses the firm of his mouth tenderly against hers and she can taste his desire. His masculine smell once again overpowers her senses and the heady musk tone makes her clit swell and throb between her legs. Her pussy’s wet with her want for him as again he forces his tongue into her throat.

“Mmmm.Ryan….” She groans, finally giving in to her emotions—grasping her fingers against the back of his head, pulling him on to her and forcing her tongue against his.

His need for her is too much and he can’t control himself. The moments that follow blur into a whirlwind of feelings and acting on their desires, they become oblivious to the fact that Ozzie and Ellen are just a closed-door away.

Kat claws at his shirt and he pulls it up over his head, throwing it to the floor. Her hands knead against the taut muscles of his chest and she gasps loudly. He quietens her with his mouth and unbuttons her shirt, then unhooks her bra, sliding the straps down her arms he removes it from her body. Grinning, his eyes pass over her and the firm plump roundness of her breasts, freed from their lace constraint, drop gently against her chest. Her need is obvious, with her pert nipples begging to be touched.

“These real?” He smiles. Teasingly, taking the weight of both breasts in his hands.

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