Page 6 of Claimed By Her Soldier

But it turned out his easy-going smile had a much worse effect on her. She couldn’t shake it from her mind either.

Man, she needed laid. It had surely been too long if she was daydreaming about the soldiers she treated.

When she walked into triage, the night nurse was just doing her inventory. Jessy turned from the cabinet with a smile. “Hey, Allison. You look ready to slay the day.”

“What, me? I haven’t gotten more than three hours of sleep a night for two weeks.”

“Really? Why not? You’re getting off shift early enough, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, for the most part. I just have a bad case of insomnia, it seems.”

“Have you tried taking any over-the-counter sleep aids?” Jessy was tall with her light brown hair in a short pixie cut barely skimming her ears. It suited her delicate features and made her green eyes look huge.

“Yes, I have. They make me feel so sleep-drunk that it isn’t worth it. I’d rather be alert.”

Jessy made a face. “I know the feeling. I’m almost finished here and then the triage is yours.”

Allison heard a step behind her that sent goosebumps skittering over her whole body. After a week, she knew the sound too well.

Lincoln.

She didn’t need to turn to know she was right. The look on Jessy’s face said it all. Her eyes went round, and her jaw dropped.

Bracing herself, Allison pivoted. There was all six-foot-one inch of Lincoln. Eyes blazing, wearing fatigues and a badass crooked smile that had her panties wet instantly.

A warm tingle ran through her body, lighting every spot in its path. Her pussy gave a hard squeeze before she could find her brain and form words.

“Hello, Private First Class.”

He gave her a nod that was quick and efficient—and all man. That heat inside her kicked up a notch and so did the tingles making her nipples pucker to attention.

He looked past her at Jessy. “Lincoln reporting for wound check, ma’am.” His gaze flicked down to Allison, a smoldering there making her panties wetter.

Finding her voice, she waved at the bed. “Have a seat, soldier. I’ll have a look, but you know you don’t need to have this looked at daily.”

“A soldier’s feet are important. I figure it’s best to make sure there’s no trouble.”

His scent wafted toward her, male spice and a hint of whatever masculine soap he used.

Jessy went about her business of inventorying, but Allison didn’t dare look at her. She watched Lincoln’s long fingers work over the laces of his boot and then pull off the leather followed by his sock. Before she even took a proper look, she knew the stitched area was fine. She suspected he was coming in for another reason, one that she couldn’t act on.

Men in the Army were lonely. They worked day and night without comforts of home or loved ones. And definitely not the comfort of a good woman.

But she couldn’t be that woman. She wasn’t into soldiers, no matter what her hardened nipples and needy pussy said.

Lincoln twisted his foot aside for her to examine the area. Behind her, Jessy made a noise and then hurried out of the room with a “See you later, Allison.”

Leaving her alone with the man she’d been having more than odd tingles for. She’d actually dreamed about him last night, of rolling in his arms and his long cock pleasuring her for longlonghours—

Needless to say, her vibrator got a good work out last night.

Note to self. Pick up more batteries.

She stomped all over that thought and leaned in to peer at his foot. “It’s healing perfectly. No sign of infection.”

“It itches like a motherfu—” He gave her a sheepish smile. “I mean it itches badly.”

She straightened and threw him a smile. “You know, you’re not exactly the first guy I’ve heard swear, Private First Class. It itches because it’s healing. It’s a good thing.”

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