Page 8 of Attraction

“Digby, you can’t be in here.” She says it but there’s no real meaning to it.

Smiling, his expression gives away just what he’s thinking.

Kat clutches her arm across her chest to cover her breasts from his gaze. “Go on… get out!”

“Oh… yeah. Yeah, sorry, uh… pasta?”

“Pasta would be good, thanks and I’ll have one of those beers too,” she says. “Now go on… get out!”

“Yes, Ma’am!” He grins, his eyes furrow into narrow slits as he hones in on her, captivated by the firm roundness of her breasts, the fit tautness of her stomach, her toned thighs, and heroh-so-perfectass. “Wow… can I just say that you have an amazin’ fuckin’ body—for a medic?”

“Uh, thanks,” she blushes. “Now will you please just go!”

Snarling under his breath, Digby experiences a craving desire which fills his already swollen cock.

Smiling, she watches as he wavers at the door. It gives her eyes another opportunity to feast on his body, his arms, his chest, and thoseabs.She can’t help herself.He is so fuckin’ fit.

She had noticed it first when he answered the door and the crackling zap of chemistry struck her. It’s inexplicable, but the tension between them had given her the most incredible feeling inside. It’s like a cocktail of all her emotions—adrenaline and pheromones mixed with a large dash of lust. She wants so badly to kiss him.

Forget the pasta, she’s hungry—for him.

The last time she felt even a tenth of this excitement was a quick fuck one night with a waiter at a bar in Texas — encouraged mostly by multiple shots of cheap whiskey. That was about a year ago, and it was the last time that she’d been intimate—other than with her hand or a vibrator. But ever since that warm July night, she’d had little in the way of sex drive.

Looking at Digby, things just changed.

Desire floods back with a vengeance, and now she’s feeling hot and horny-as-hell. Closing her eyes to the temptation, she reminds herself—he’s off-limits. This can’t happen. Them both being military would be sufficient reason not to have sex—an instant rule break. But being in the same unit could seriously complicate things.

“Will you please get the hell out so I can have a shower.” she sighs, eager for him to leave so she can get under the water and ease her frustration, dampen her fiery libido, and give herself a little self-care to the ache in her throbbing clit.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I’ll go make that pasta,” he says, again pulling the door closed as he leaves.Oh, man… she is fuckin’ hot,he thinks.

Pacing in the hallway, his hand adjusts the rigid hardness in his pants.Holy shit. He grins, shutting his eyes. He can’t believe how turned on he is and all he can hope is she won’t be long because he needs the solitude of the bathroom to jerk-off this pulsing hardness.

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Sliding the lace panties down, Kat gets fully naked. She pulls at the elastic tie in her hair, tightening her ponytail to prepare to step under the inviting warm water. As she does, there’s a click of the door handle and she turns—face to face now with a set of piercing blue eyes.

“Digby…” she groans.

“Call me Ryan,” he says.

“Okay, Ryan… I have already told you, you can’t be in here.” Her voice falters. Her hand is ready to touch him, as he gives her another of his teasing smiles.

“Yeah, I know what you said, but… I’m just checkin’. You sure you don’t want a hand with anythin’?” He makes a low growling sound in the back of his throat and something physical—an attraction, means he can’t stay away. He’s losing control, he can’t understand what it is she’s doing, but something keeps drawing him back to her.

“No…” she says. “You need to go.”

“Okay. Yousurethat’s what you want? Because once I’m gone, well… that’s it. Final time. I’m not gonna make the offer again.”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” she says, though she’s not sure at all. There’s something she can’t explain, too, drawing her to him. She’s tempted to grab him and kiss him, and just like earlier, she keeps imagining his naked body pressed against her. “We can’t….” The words fall with hardly a sound from her lips.

Hearing her, he furrows his brow as he tries desperately to think of a reason to stay. His cock is solid—he’s so frustrated. Then, he spots it—a distraction, the tattoo at the base of her spine. “Nice ink. What is it?”

Twisting her head, she looks at her back. “Oh, would you believe it’s a wolf—well, a paw print.” She smiles. “It seems ironic that I join a team with the call sign—WOLF.”

He frowns, noticing the italic wording underneath. “Luna? What’s that mean?”

“Oh, that… that was my momma’s name.”

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