Wednesday Whisper ~ Harrier’s Healer

Harrier’s Healer FrntRule abiding Naval doctor Alexis Rogets, was fazed by one thing only. The blond commander that she had met two years previous. He owned her dreams.  If only all dreams could become reality. But, rules were rules.

Navy SEAL Scott Leighton hadn’t been able to get the toffee skinned Venus out of his mind. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her curvaceous body and her siren-like tiger-eye eyes. He knew she was the one…the only one for him the moment they touched. Just like he knows, some rules were made to be broken.

From the Pacific to the Atlantic to Hong Kong and back, Alexis fights her growing attraction while he fights to have a chance.

Well he wasn’t a SEAL for nothing, Scott is determined to make her realize that their destinies are intertwined. She needed him and he—well, she is after all…

HARRIER’S HEALER

He blinked as he realized she was staring at him waiting for a response.  “I’m sorry what?”  I sound like a moron.

“I said you need to take off your shirt.  There is a deep tear and I want to evaluate if you require stitches or not.”

His eyes burned with a heat that could have burned a hole in the hull of the ship.  “Sure, just a sec.”  He began to remove his shirt and couldn’t stop the hiss of pain that slipped out from between his teeth.

Her fingers were there, brushing his out of the way as she searched.  “Hang on, let me look.”  A couple of noncommittal murmurs left her mouth and went straight to his ears and onto his groin.  “This needs stitches.”  She turned her head and found their faces were inches apart.

The busy room seemed to fade away into silence as their gazes bore into each other.  Alexis found herself first and shook her head free of the cobwebs that man put there.  “Take it off.”  She ordered in a brisk tone.

One eyebrow, covered with paint, arched as he said.  “What?”

“Your shirt.  Take it off and I will clean the wound and get someone to stitch you up.”

Oh hell no, I am not about to let you weasel your way out of looking at or touching my body.  “I want you,” that damn hesitation again, “to do it.”

I want you too.  “Why me?  There are plenty of corpsmen who can stitch a wound just fine.  There are other people in here hurt worse than you.”

“I remember how well you took care of Cade, on the carrier in the Caribbean.”  His voice was such a turn-on to listen too.

Alexis remembered.  They had taken them on board after recovering them from the mountains of Belize.  Her previous duty had been on that aircraft carrier.  Now she was in a different ocean and still facing the man that made her tremble.  “Very well,” she said reluctantly.  Only reluctant because she didn’t know how she would respond to touching him, this was why she had planned on having someone else do it.

“You’re not scared of touching me are you Alexis?”  His deep tone purred.

Her eyes flew open wide at his use of her first name, he had never done that before.  It was as if her name was made to roll off his tongue.  While there had always been an attraction between them, never had he before said anything like this.  It was such a breach of protocol.  He would be in so much trouble if she were to report it.  “Why would I be scared?  Did you pick something up that I might catch?”  She sassed him back as she helped him remove his shirt.  Seconds later she tried not at all to be impressed by the massive chest exposed to her gaze.

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