reek,” Landon said when they got to their dorm.
Actually, he didn’t reek at all. He was half covered in mud and soaked in sweat, but he was far from
stinky. To her, he smelled of musk and masculinity. The combination was so delicious, she had to keep
from burying her nose in his neck so she could take a closer whiff.
Sometimes, she really hated having an enhanced sense of smell.
Cheeks coloring, she reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you want to flip a
quarter to see who gets to use the shower first?”
Unless you want to share. Like she’d trust herself enough to be in such a confined space with all that
potent masculinity.
“Nah. You can go first.” His mouth edged up. “I might stink like a pig, but I’m still a gentleman.”
And underneath all the mud and sweat covering her, she was enough of a lady to appreciate the gesture.
“Okay. Thanks.”
Grateful to put some space between her and his sexy scent, she grabbed her robe and toiletry bag from
her suitcase, then ducked into the bathroom. Unfortunately, the door didn’t do a thing to shut out the
pheromones he was emitting. She should have jumped in the shower and turned on the water full blast, but
instead she stood there with her mouth partially open, breathing in his scent and getting more aroused by
the second.
Ivy closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, moaning as warmth pooled between her thighs. She’d never had
such a strong reaction to a man before. Not even the ones she’d slept with.
She pushed away from the door. Stripping off her uniform, she climbed into the shower and turned it
on full force. It was cold, but she didn’t care. Hoping the coconut-scented body wash would help mask
Landon’s scent, she squeezed some into her palm and lathered up. As she ran her hands over her breasts
and down her stomach, she imagined it was her new partner washing the sweat and dirt away. The fire
between her legs engulfed her whole body and she slid her hand down to touch herself.
A few circular motions on her clit with her fingers and she’d orgasm. But she couldn’t. Not here. Not
with Landon just outside.
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth to stifle a moan and reluctantly pulled her hand away. Why
the heck hadn’t she thought to pack her vibrator? On second thought, maybe it was better she hadn’t.
Masturbating while thinking of her partner was not a good idea.
Regardless of how scrumptious he smelled, she was not going to fantasize about having sex with
Landon. And she was most definitely not going to give in to her animal side and actually have sex with him.
No matter how intoxicating he smelled or how hot he looked in his uniform.
***
Landon had to stifle a groan when Ivy came walking out of the bathroom. Seeing her in nothing but a
short robe with her long, wet hair hanging down her back and her slender legs bare was enough to make
him go hard in his pants. Now he understood why the army didn’t allow women on the A-teams. To say
they’d be a distraction was an understatement.
Disappearing into the bathroom before Ivy could see the tent he was pitching, he took off his boots and
uniform, and jumped in the tub. He showered quickly, turning the water all the way to cold in the hope it
would get rid of his raging hard-on. Thankfully, it worked. Though he wasn’t sure how long the effect
would last if Ivy was still wearing that robe when he went back into the living room.
Fortunately, she wasn’t. Unfortunately, she was wearing something just as sexy—shorts and a tank top.
The kind that showed lots of skin and hugged every one of her curves. His cock immediately stiffened in
his jeans.
Ivy turned as he walked into the kitchen. Landon’s gaze locked on her perfect breasts. He swore under
his breath and forced himself to focus on her face instead. Or more precisely, her beautiful, brown eyes. A
guy could get seriously lost in those eyes.
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