Page 3 of Seduced by a SEAL

Hell. He’d be sporting a hard-on all the way to the gate at this rate.

Still, he couldn’t resist but to linger around as she collected her things. He could easily be on his way, but where would the fun in that be?

His buddy called out goodbye as he moved off toward another line needing bomb techs.

“Going my way?” Colton asked the gorgeous brunette, nodding the direction he was headed. “Maybe I could give you a hand with your luggage.”

“Not unless you’re headed to international departures,” she said, those chocolate brown eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I could make a detour,” he suggested.

“And what makes you think I’d want your company?” she asked seductively, her eyes raking over his torso. As a Navy SEAL, Colton was in excellent shape. He was used to women staring at him and his teammates everywhere they went. But something about this particular woman set him on fire.

Her dark eyes skimming over his broad shoulders, chiseled abdomen, and very pointedly landing below the belt as she eyed his package felt almost as if she were running her hands all over him.

And hell if he wouldn’t love to make that a reality.

His cock twitched as she licked her red lips and innocently glanced back up at him.

If only he had a few hours to kill.

Hell. He wouldn’t mind a few days alone with this woman. Exploring her curves. Moving over her gorgeous body. Teasing and tasting and caressing her everywhere until she was crying out beneath him.

Making her beg for release.

Colton chuckled. “I’ve never had any complaints before. And with the way you were eyeing me a moment ago, I thought you might be interested.”

She laughed, a low, husky sound, and instantly his groin tightened. The last woman he’d dated was more of a girl than a woman—innocent. Inexperienced. Willing to let him take the lead both in and out of the bedroom. He had a feeling this woman knew her way around a man’s body. Hell, he’d happily let her take control if it meant a night in his bed.

A loud crash of thunder sent his gaze flickering toward the far windows in the airport terminal as the woman at his side jumped in surprise. Pouring rain began hitting the glass sideways, the wind whipping leaves around, and Colton muttered a curse.

He might just get his wish after all—hours alone with nothing to occupy his time but this woman.

The loudspeaker crackled a moment later. “Attention all passengers,” a female voice said. “All flights in and out of Miami International Airport have been canceled until further notice due to the severe weather conditions. I repeat, attention all passengers—”

“Unbelievable,” the woman in the red sundress exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. Colton caught sight of her manicured nails, painted a bright shade of red. She began speaking rapidly in Spanish as Colton watched in amusement.

“Let me buy you a drink,” Colton suggested, his voice low. “Unless you have others plans?”

“I have no other plans at the moment, as you clearly can see. This was the last flight to Colombia today. It’s not like I can catch a cab there. I’m stuck here until the flights are no long grounded.”

“I promise I’m good company,” he said with a wink. “Come on.” He reached over and grabbed her bags, slinging her large tote over his own duffle bag. He picked up her sleek suitcase and, turning away, left her little choice but to follow him.

“Let me guess. You’re some kind of athlete or something?” she asked, eyeing his arms before meeting his gaze as she walked along beside him. “American football player? Another sport?”

“Something like that,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a smile.

He’d tell her he was military later on. Maybe. No point in explaining that he was a Navy SEAL. Not when he knew who her father was. She’d be running as fast as she could in the other direction. It wasn’t exactly a secret that SEALs deployed on ops all over the world. Maybe she couldn’t care less, assuming her father and his cartel thought they were above the law—but he sure as hell had no reason to bring it up.

Maybe he’d try to talk her into getting a hotel room with him after they’d had a few drinks—assuming they were in fact stranded for the night.

He’d see what information he could find out about her father. Bug her suitcase and other bag with the small electronic transmitters he’d acquired.

And the fact that she was fucking gorgeous?

A one-night-stand with her in his bed suited him just fine.

“Let’s grab a table at the bar over there. The place will be packed soon now that all flights have been canceled. Hopefully it’ll only be a couple of hours until they allow air traffic in and out again, but you never know. We could be here all night.”

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