Page 12 of Seduced by a SEAL

Forever.

“All right,” she agreed. “Room service then.”

“Then what?” he asked huskily, watching as she reached across him for the menu, completely uninhibited. Such a change from some of the women he usually spent the night with—the type who didn’t want to be seen without makeup on and every hair perfectly in place.

Maybe Camila was still wearing makeup from last night—how the hell would he know. But she wasn’t rushing to the bathroom to quick touch up everything. He’d mostly noticed her red lipstick last night, and that had quickly disappeared after a night of lovemaking.

Lovemaking. Shit.

He’d taken her to bed for a one-night-stand. Distracted her so he could bug her belongings and track down her father.

When the hell had he become so damn sappy?

“Mmm,” she said, her red manicured nail running down the menu. “I’ll just have fruit and toast. And coffee of course.”

“Of course,” he murmured, glancing at the menu himself.

“Why don’t you order while I go freshen up?” she asked, letting the sheet drop completely as she stood. He watched as she walked toward the bathroom fully nude, her shapely calves and legs leading up to her gorgeous rounded ass. Her hair moved around her slender shoulders as she walked, and she turned to blow him a kiss before walking into the bathroom. His cock hardened at the sight of her bare breasts. And then she disappeared, pulling the door shut behind her.

He muttered a curse as he heard the shower starting.

Room service could wait if it meant he’d get to see Camila, dripping wet. If it meant his hands could be running all over her gorgeous body. If his cock could be thrusting into her tight pussy.

He stripped off his boxer briefs and crossed the room, enjoying the way she squealed in delight as he joined her in the shower.

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“Making a call?” she asked thirty minutes later, emerging from the bathroom clad in only a large white bath towel.

Colton tucked his phone in his cargo pants, his eyes shielded from her. “Yep. Just had to check in with the boss. The flight delay changed my plans and all.”

She watched him for a moment before padding across the room. “Ugh. I’m dreading returning to reality,” she said, flopping down onto the bed. “Give me another few days in Miami, and I’ll be a happy woman.”

A knock sounded at the door, and Colton crossed the room to get their room service cart. He glanced back at her, and she smiled and stepped out of view from the door. “You’re for my eyes only, kitten,” he said, his voice husky.

“Meow,” she teased, and he chuckled.

Something about the possessiveness in his voice thrilled her. As did the smoldering look he gave her when he brought their food into the room.

“Everything all right?” he asked a moment later, noticing the frown on her face as he poured them two cups of coffee and uncovered the plates. She tossed her phone onto the bed and picked up one of the cups, taking a small sip of the delicious dark roast.

“It will be—just family stuff. My father wasn’t too happy I spent an additional night in Miami as it is. He prefers having me close by, where he knows exactly what I’m doing at all times.”

“Your father?” Colton asked, taking a bite of the four-egg omelet he’d ordered. Complete with ham, cheese, and a dizzying amount of vegetables. Compared to her own small bowl of fruit and slices of toast, he’d ordered enough food to feed an army. She wondered again what he did—not that they’d had much time for small talk.

Something physical, for certain.

He was pure muscle beneath that tanned, masculine flesh. Rock hard where she was soft. And his body moving confidently over hers had been a dream. The stuff fantasies were made of.

Colton was a wonder with his mouth and hands—and that magnificent cock of his. She’d been more than happy to play with him last night. And he’d certainly surprised her with the endless number of ways they’d made love. Camila had expected him to be ready for some quick and dirty sex, but the way he’d repeatedly sought her pleasure?

Made her beg and plead to come?

Heat rose within her just recalling it.

“My father loves to control my life,” she said, a frown forming on her face. “Sure, he gives me plenty of money for shopping, traveling, dinners out, and the like, but as for doing anything else? Nada. He wants me under his control.”

Colton cleared his throat, those observant eyes watching her. “He wants to control you? Has he hurt you?” he asked, his voice lowering even more. He sat impossibly still, his eyes trained on her.

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