Page 9 of Attraction

“Is she dead?” Then, when she doesn’t respond he continues, “sorry… I didn’t mean it to come out like that. I’m around the guys all the time. I forget how to talk to women. It’s just the way you said it, well… you sounded kinda sad.”

“Truth is, I don’t know, not for sure, but probably. She left when I was a baby and never came back. I was raised by my grand-momma.” She takes a breath and remembers she’s naked—this probably isn’t the time for discussing her family history. “Look, it’s getting late and I really need to shower.”

“Mm-hmm… yeah, sure.” He can see now that she really is special and his eyes focus, trailing a line along the curves of her body, and then, finally, he does as she asks and leaves

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Leaning his head against the wall of the hallway, cursing, he closes his eyes, trying to block thoughts of her out—he can’t. Something about her is so compelling, and her smell, the scent of her perfume, it’s driving him insane. A hunger of primitive desire is making his balls ache, and he throbs, pulsing with readiness. He needs some relief.

Digby has always had an over-active sex drive. It’s hard-wired into his DNA and his macho Alpha genes mixed with a physical need to procreate means he’s slept with many women over the years—fulfilling his needs with meaningless sex. The ones he’s fathered children with had his respect, but still, he’s never felt this insane level of attraction. There’s more to this than just sex. The arousal when he’s near her is intense and it’s a feeling he’s never experienced before. No other woman has ever made him feel the way she does. This is on a different level and he can’t explain the madness. He needs to go back.

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Kat ducks her head under the spray of warm water and washes her hair. After two long days, it’s a relief at last and she lets out a long, grateful sigh. The shower feels good, it’s soothing, and relaxing her body, it has a calming effect on her mind.

Then, thinking about the conversation with Digby, she smiles. He stokes a fiery warm sensation between her legs, something she hasn’t felt in a long time - not since last year’s drunken bar-fuck. This is new. Nothing has come close to making her feel like this, and the mere glimpse of his body arouses her. If she’s honest—she wants him.

C’mon, you can’t do this - not with him. Don’t get yourself in a situation like that.She’s so tired, and maybe it’s clouding her judgment. She’s conflicted—I mean look at him. Seriously, he’s so fuckin’ hot.

Fantasizing about being with him and touching him, she’s imagining their bodies pressed against each other—having sex. In a slow movement, her hand slides down her stomach and her fingers work in patterns at the warm softness between her legs.

“Oh, God….” She gasps, closing her eyes, touching her clit, she’s so ready to take advantage of this time alone. Then blinking the water from her face, she opens her eyes wide—shocked.

He’s stood there outside the glass door, his steely blue eyes staring at her. “What the fuck are you doing?” He smiles.

She squeals with surprise. Embarrassed, she quickly removes her hand from between her legs and says, “Ryan, what did I tell you about being in here?” She can’t help it, but her eyes snake down his completely naked body to his cock.Holy fuck…She gasps, unable to believe what she’s seeing.

Him and her, it’s so wrong and she should be offended. She should tell him it’s inappropriate and screech wildly for him to get out and leave her alone. But the truth is, she can’t and as temptation overwhelms her, she opens the door to the shower.

Smiling, the first thing her eyes focus on is his size. Everything about this man is in proportion to the rest of his large muscular frame. “Oh, my Lord!” she swallows nervously, unsure where to let her eyes rest. The steam from the shower has made her hot, but looking at him makes her hotter. “Oh hell… we should not be doing this.”

“I know but I got a feelin’ you want to?” he says, his hand stroking her arm. “But please tell me to go if I’m wrong.”

She gasps for air. Hesitating, her mind churning the words over.Just go… Just tell him to go.

She can’t and he can see it—she wants him.

“So, you wanna fuck or not?” he says, finally direct and straight to the point. Growling in pleasure, raising his bushy eyebrows as his eyes skim her perky breasts.

How the hell do I answer that?Deciding she won’t, her eyes instead begin an independent tour of his body, working methodical patterns over the muscles of his chest. At the same time, in her head she lists all the reasons why fucking him is not a good idea, and the first point she reminds herself is the rule—no fraternization. Forgetting that minor detail, just for a moment, she contemplates his question. Does she want to have sex with him?“Hell yeah, who wouldn’t but… we can’t,” she mumbles, hoping he doesn’t hear. “There are rules. We can’t do it, that…this! Oh hell…” she blusters. “We can’t have sex.” Hot and flustered, she wipes the water from her face and takes a deep breath to calm herself. “Aside from anything else… we only just met.” The way she says it, it’s like that’s a reason not to have sex—it’s not. She’s had plenty of one-night stands with guys that she ‘only just met’and apart from an over-indulgence of liquor, what would make this situation any different?

“We can’t? Why the hell not? Who made that rule?” It’s a lame excuse, and he’s having none of it. “We’re both adults and I want this… You want this, so who says we can’t? What, you’ve never done anythin’ just ’cause you want to? Stop with the rules and be creative. You wanna be black ops, right? Well, we break rules, not stick to them. Oh, c’mon I know you want to… I can see it in your eyes.”

He’s right.I want him.It’s all she can think, high and intoxicated on pheromones. His scent wafts under her nose, and she can’t get enough of him. “But what about the team? I mean, Jackson’s pissed at me already. I can’t see that us fucking is going to endear me to him more.”

“Trust me, Darius won’t give a damn. Hell, he’ll be more surprised if we don’t.” And then, if the lines weren’t hazy already, he blurs them some more by stroking her face with the back of his hand. She likes it. Her neck is covered in goosebumps.

Then she shakes her head.What the hell am I thinking? It’s madness to even contemplate doing this.And with him naked and in the shower with her already. How in the world would they ever explain?

She pulls away from his touch. “This is so stupid,” she says. But then, looking at him, standing here naked, gorgeous and available—wanting her. “We… we can’t do this. We don’t even know each other.” She laughs nervously. “Don’t you see, this is so bad. Things like this, they don’t end well—for either of us, trust me.”

“I don’t care.” He grins and again he strokes her cheek with his hand.

“Ryan….” she frowns. “I’m here as the team medic and you’re…”Fucking gorgeousis what she wants to say. “No, I’m not doing this. You need to go!” She pushes him back away from her.

He cocks his head to one side and smiles. Staring her deep in the eyes, it gives her one final chance to look at his body.

She sighs and wrestles her conscience as she has a decision to make. The question is not should they have sex—after all, if this were that bar in Texas, she’d have jumped him by now. But this, it’s about crossing a line, a boundary, it’s about ethics. And while the dilemma swirls in her head, her body continues to lust for him. She knows what it wants—it wants sex with him, it’s her brain that’s screaming for her to see why this is such a bad idea.

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