Page 4 of Seduced by a SEAL

“Well aren’t you a master at planning ahead,” she said, tossing her long hair over her shoulder.

“A master?” he asked with a smirk.

She rapidly began speaking in Spanish again, and he assumed it was some sort of insult. It was hard to complain though with the way his groin tightened as he watched her.

“Easy,” he said with a grin. “I just like to have a game plan.”

“A game plan. See? You do sound like a professional athlete.”

Colton chuckled. “Nope. My plan is pretty damn simple though—drinks at the airport bar, grabbing a room for the night.”

Those chocolate brown eyes met his. “I suppose you have a hotel room already reserved as well? Just in case?”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Colton agreed, grabbing his phone from his pocket. He stopped mid-terminal and swiped the screen to unlock it.

“You’re reserving a hotel room?” she asked, her mouth dropping open.

“You don’t have to stay with me,” Colton said with a chuckle. His eyes heated. “Not unless you want to that is. I wouldn’t turn down the company of a beautiful woman. But it sure beats sleeping on a bench in the airport, right?”

She blew out a sigh. “No, that sounds less than comfortable. Should I be reserving a room for myself, too?”

“Only if you want. As I already said, you’re more than welcome to spend the night with me.”

He swiped a few things on the screen, and a moment later he tucked his phone back into his pocket.

“Just like that?”

Colton shrugged. “Better safe than sorry. There’s supposed to be thunderstorms all afternoon and evening. My guess is that we’re here until morning.”

“Wonderful,” she muttered. “I knew I should’ve taken an earlier flight. I probably wouldn’t have been stopped by security either.”

He smirked as she started walking toward the bar across the concourse, her hips swaying back and forth as she moved. In a few long strides he was beside her again. Colton guided her to a small bar-height table, leaving her suitcase and their bags at his feet. Without asking, he reached over and wrapped his large hands around her hips, helping her up onto the barstool.

She bristled slightly at his touch, but he didn’t miss the intake of her breath as he got close to her. Or the exotic floral scent she was wearing.

Hell.

The woman was gorgeous. And as she crossed her long legs, he noticed she wasn’t wearing a dress like he first thought, but some type of shorts outfit.

“Something wrong?” she asked, looking at his confused expression.

“I thought you had on a dress,” he said, his eyes sliding back up over her body until he met her amused gaze.

“It’s a romper,” she said, pressing her lips together as she tried not to laugh.

“A what?”

“It’s the latest fashion.”

Colton blew out a breath, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t keep up with women sometimes.”

“You don’t like it?” she asked, crossing her legs and then smiling as his gaze landed on her bare thighs.

Hell. She was gorgeous. “I like it too much,” he said. “It hugs your curves perfectly.”

She threw her head back and laughed, that long brown hair tousling around her shoulders. “That’s the idea. It’s meant to flaunt a women’s best assets. It got your attention, no?”

Colton settled onto his own barstool, his gaze meeting hers. “It works for me. But hell, with a gorgeous body like yours, I’d imagine you’d look good in anything. Or even nothing at all,” he added suggestively.

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