the women from the dorm. Some of them took a step back when I got too close, fearful of the little insect.
I took the spider outside and let him go, he was probably more traumatized than Kincaid. I still had her towel so I needed to return back to the bathroom. The women had all disbursed by then, now the threat had passed.
Kincaid was still in the shower block but the shower had switched off already – it only ran for a short time to save on water. Her wet body shimmered in the dim light.
I knew that it was a jerk move to be back in there, and even worse to look. But at the same time it was impossible to avert my eyes. Staring at her was like looking at the sun and I was going to go blind if I kept doing it.
“Your towel,” I stammered out. “I thought you’d need it. The spider is gone.”
She snatched the towel and wrapped it around herself. Covering up her body was a sin, it needed to be on display. The image was burned into my retinas now, I saw it every time I blinked.
I’d already seen a hint of Kincaid’s body underneath her uniform and training gear but I never imagined it would be that amazing. She was all dangerous curves in all the right places and skin so taut you could bounce a dime off it.
My cock reacted before I could stop it. The member between my legs sprung to life, hardening until it was uncomfortable.
And embarrassing.
“I should go,” I said, taking a step back. Kincaid raised her eyebrows, as if it she had been waiting for me to say that for the duration of the seconds that I hesitated.
I stepped out of the bathroom, trying to walk normally when I had a piece of wood in my pants. I was certain every woman that I passed could tell how aroused I was.
Any man in his right mind would have been in the same position. You couldn’t look at a body like that without your natural instincts taking over.
Only one other thing was starkly apparent, I had misjudged Kincaid. Perhaps she did have what it took to be a soldier out on the frontline. But that still didn’t make it right.
I went to bed and tried to push her from my thoughts but the hard cock between my legs was making me uncomfortable and I needed to get rid of it. Jerking off was out of the question, I just needed to drift off to sleep.
The next thing I knew, my clock was flashing two a.m. and I was still as horny as hell. I climbed out of bed and started walking. It wasn’t until I reached the female shower block that I realized where I was going.
A shower was on, the spray sharp on the tiled floor. Steam swirled in the air, beckoning me further until it enveloped me.
The female form emerged from the mist, her dark hair sticking to her back as the water flowing through it. She turned just as the water automatically switched off.
Kincaid.
A primal wanting rushed through me as I openly stared at her naked body. She was gorgeous. Her perky boobs were more than a handful, her nipples so erect they could cut glass.
Water was still beading on her skin, running down her stomach and tangling with her pussy. It was like living every wet dream I’d had as a teenager. Her body was exquisite, toned to perfection by all our training.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. Her tone wasn’t angry, it was breathy, almost like a part of her had been waiting for me. She was the flame and I was the hapless moth.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I said, taking a step closer and noticing how she didn’t take one backwards. She wasn’t even reaching for her towel or covering her body.
Maybe Kincaid wanted this as much as I did. It emboldened me enough to take another step. When she didn’t move again, the game was on. I quickly closed the gap between us and wrapped her in my arms.
My hand rested in the crook of her back, pulling her naked body against me. Our lips lingered dangerously close together, so close I could feel her breath as she tried to control it.
In the next moment, we were kissing. Her mouth opened, inviting my
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