Page 4 of Attraction

She had arrived here at the base in the early hours of the morning, and spent most of the day in meetings, discussing security protocols, arranging ID, and meeting several other officers before being handed keys to her new office. And it was while organizing her things around the room that she realized she had no place to sleep.

Having given little thought to where she would stay, she approached her new Commander—Norman Edwards.

He was “sorry” when he came to her office later in the afternoon, but he’d “tried”—she was sure that was only because of how badly he’d handled the earlier confrontation between her and Jackson. What he hadn’t told her was, privately, he’d dreaded introducing them. He’d spent the previous day avoiding Darius just so he didn’t have to mention the arrival of another new medic—a woman—because he knew how badly he’d react. Putting it off seemed like the best idea.

But as sorry as Commander Edwards was, it didn’t alter the fact there was still nowhere appropriate on the base for a female LT in a special-operations team to live. And so, he made the decision that ‘temporarily’he was going to place her in mixed accommodation with a guy from her unit who had a spare room. “Let’s just see how it works out for now,” he’d said, sighing reluctantly because the solution was less than ideal for anyone. He also knew it would piss Jackson off even more and so he kept that quiet, too.By the time he finds out… well she’ll be in situ and I’ll be gone on two-days of relaxation. He’ll simply have to find a solution. After all, she’s part of his team now, his responsibility.

Kat accepted the offer; well, what choice did she have? At this late hour, she had no other options. And so that’s why she’s stood in front of the white door, waiting.

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Eventually, after waiting several more minutes, the door opens and Kat gasps as a feeling—Nerves? Apprehension? Excitement? —she doesn’t know which, but it hits her hard in the chest and her body flushes hot amber as she looks up at the man who’s stood in front of her.

“Senior Chief Ryan Westwood,” she mouths.

He’s considerably taller than she imagined. At six-eight-nine in height, he’s at least a foot taller than her. Tanned, with deep rugged sun-bronzed skin, he’s well built, not stupidly muscular like a bodybuilder, but more a perfect balance of toned tight well-defined muscle inallthe right places. She can see his muscle laden torso and ripped abs because he’s wearing only an unfastened pair of camouflage pants and no shirt. And with the perfect smattering of hair on his chest and a matching stubble beard.

God, he’s gorgeous.But despite how magnificently sculpted his body might be, it’s his eyes that steal her attention. The most sapphire-blue she’s ever seen, piercing and soul searching and as his stare locks with hers it’s like he can see right inside her—reading her thoughts. Not really, she hopes, because right now…. well right now, she wouldn’t want anyone to know what she was thinking—especially him.

Kat can do nothing except stare. Embarrassingly, her jaw drops and she gasps. Still staring, she nervously swallows.

“Hey…” he smiles. “Can I help you?”

Oh, thank God.She sighs under her breath, at least he seems friendly. Her eyes drop to the crumpled piece of notepaper in her hand and she reads from it. “Senior Chief Westwood?”

“Yeah….” He grins wide across his face as he looks at her, but then why wouldn’t he—she’s tall and attractive, with gorgeous long blond hair and stunning green eyes, which are perfect gems in her sculpted face. And the bonus is: she already knows his name.

“I am, butyou… youcan call me Digby.” He sniffs. “So what can I do for ya, honey?” His expression quickly changes, and deep furrows appear on the smooth skin of his brow as it suddenly dawns on him why she might be here. “Oh, hell, did we… you know… did wefuck?My apologies if we did, ’cause I don’t seem to remember which… lookin’ at you, is actually really worryin’.”

“Huh?!” She frowns, surprised by the question, and also slightly concerned that he mayactuallybe reading her mind. “Uh, no… no, we haven’t… we didn’t! …NO,we haven’t met before—for anything.” she stutters, as graphic images of him pressed against her body start to fill her head. Pulling herself together, she smiles. Looking at him, she can’t place his accent, a mixture of tones with a hint of a southern drawl, but his voice makes her body tingle. Yes… if Gods walked the earth, then Senior Chief Ryan Westwood isexactlyhow she would picture them. She isn’t exaggerating, with his accent, his eyes, andthat body,he’s the perfect specimen of a man.

Taking a deep breath, she’s not sure exactly what, but something is sending her insides into a quivering frenzy and even the smell of his aftershave is turning her on. He’s making her clit throb—and panties wet. Having not had sex in a while, the sensation catches her by surprise and she now loses herself in a haze of X-rated fantasy. She bites her lip in spite of herself.

Digby smiles, he can read the look on her face and he coughs, interrupting her moment. “Hey… who the hell did you say you are?”

“Oh, uh… I’m Lieutenant Morgan, Kat. The new Medical officer for Black squadron… I mean, your team—sorry, I mean—Wolf Team,” she stutters. Taking a breath, she composes herself as she tries to talk properly instead of stammering like a teenager in heat.Dammit Kat, what the hell is the matter with you? For god’s sake, talk like a grown woman.

“Hey honey, can you just gimme a second?” He smiles cutting her off mid-thought and holding up his finger, gesturing her to stay quiet.“Rosie… sweetie,d’ya wanna get dressed, I gotta take care of somethin’.” He turns around and grins. “Sorry, I won’t keep ya.”

Kat nods but she’s not really listening anyway. All her attention is focused on his body and her eyes trail a line over the curves of his chest to his abs and down to the unfastened zipper on his pants.Holy shit.She gasps under her breath.He is so freakin’ hot!

He smiles and chews a tab of gum, noticing the effect his body is having on her. Rather than be embarrassed, he’s comfortable with it—it’s normal, a natural reaction. “Sorry ‘bout that. Now, what can I do for you?” He smiles again. “You said you was a medic? Well, you know you’re more than welcome to come give me a physical. But you know there’s nothin’ physically wrong with this body. I’m at my optimal-peak right now. Well, more like ten-minutes ago, when I was putting pups into Rosie, ain’t that right baby?” He turns and leans down to kiss the short, sweet-looking redhead who is now standing next to him in the doorway.

She’s naked except for a small pair of black lace panties and is caressing her hands over his body—petting him. “So what’s goin’ on, baby?” She smiles sweetly, looking Kat up and down.

“Oh, I was just tellin’ the Doc’ here that I’m at my peak right now.”

“Oh yeah… damn right he is. He’s my wolf to the moon,” she snarls, her hands poised like claws. “Rah!” She grins, sniffing him. “Mm… y ’all gotta love him.”

Kat frowns, watching as they kiss as if she wasn’t there.

Coming up for air, Digby smiles. “You know what Rosie honey why dontcha go get cleaned up, looks like Diggs’ got some work to take care of.”

“Sure, thing babes, but remember, we only have another day for baby-making.”

“I know, and I told you we will.”

Kat frowns wondering if they are for real or if it’s some daddy-kink fetish, she’s misunderstood? Standing here in the doorway, they look like a couple from a porn set, but now they’re talking about making babies and she wonders if they’re a real couple. They don’t appear suited to each other. He’s every inch the stereotypical Alpha male, and she hardly looks older than twenty, much too innocent to be with this mature rugged tough guy. It simply doesn’t equate.

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