Page 48 of Seduced by a SEAL

Chapter 19

Colton flew down Atlantic Avenue, the road that ran parallel to the Virginia Beach strip, white knuckling the steering wheel of his SUV. Fucking hell. What on earth had made Emma think it was all right to leave Camila alone in a strange city? In a foreign country?

After all that she’d been through, Colton knew she was hanging on by a thread.

He pulled to a stop at a red light, the windshield wipers on his SUV swishing quickly back and forth. Hell. He was warm and safe in his car, able to go wherever he wanted.

But Camila?

She’d been stuck out in the rain, lost and scared. She’d been scared since she first got to the U.S. Maybe she didn’t want to admit it, but he’d seen it in her eyes when they’d been on base. She was mad that he’d played her, sure. But she was also scared out of her mind.

Colton had rushed over to one of his buddies in IT at Little Creek half an hour ago when she called and gotten them to track the GPS on the phone he’d given Camila. Ironic that as pissed as she’d been after Miami, it was the fact that he’d given her a phone that allowed him to track her down today. He could’ve found her eventually. He’d have driven to every damn garage up and down Atlantic Avenue if she needed him.

Briefly, he wondered about all of her belongings left in Colombia. If someone else from one of the cartels ended up with them, they’d possibly be able to track some of the other members that way. He’d have to get with some of the IT staff to make sure that was happening. Sure, the original plan was to go after Miguel, but if the surveillance equipment was in place, they might as well take full advantage of it. After everything he and Camila had been through together, he didn’t want the fact that he’d bugged her belongings to be in vain.

Pulling his SUV to a stop just inside the garage, he jumped out and scanned the area. His eyes tracked over the parked vehicles, stairwells, and dim lights, and he finally spotted Camila huddled over by the stairwell in the corner. Another door there led to the street, but she was mostly hidden from view.

“Camila,” he called out in a low voice, not wanting to frighten her.

She looked up at him with wet eyes, and he saw that she was trembling. “Fucking hell,” he muttered to himself, rushing over. He was tugging off his camo jacket in an instant, draping it over her slender shoulders as he crouched down in front of her. The long sundress she had on was soaked through, and she was shivering from the cold. He clenched his jaw as he saw the outline of her lacy bra beneath it—no wonder those jackasses on the boardwalk were chasing after her.

“Kitten,” he said gruffly, pulling her into his embrace. Letting her slender body relax into his own. “Are you okay? Tell me that you’re all right.”

“I’m fine,” she said, burying her head in her hands. Shaking as he cradled her against his chest.

He ran a hand over her wet hair. “You’re not fine, but I’m going to make sure you’re okay. And I’m pissed as hell at Hunter and Emma for thinking it was okay to drop you off at the beach for the morning.”

“I just want to get out of here,” she said, glancing up at him.

Her chocolate brown eyes were filled with anguish, and his heart clenched. “I’ll take you home, kitten. Back to Hunter’s. Wherever you need to go to feel safe.”

“You risked your life to save me,” she whispered. “Back in Colombia—you could have been killed walking through those fields. Hunter told me all about how dangerous it was—how you insisted the team couldn’t leave until you rescued me.”

“Hell, kitten, I’d walk through fires to make sure that you’re all right.”

“But we barely even know each other. We spent one night together and parted.”

He met her gaze, taking one of her hands into his much larger one. “We know each other. I know how it feels when I’m kissing you for hours. When our bodies are joined together, and I can’t tell where I end and you begin. I know what it sounds like when you’re calling out my name, your body clenching down around my cock. I’ve known you since I spotted you arguing with the TSA agents in Miami about your moisturizer.”

“Facial cleanser,” she said with a small laugh.

“Hell, whatever it was, you were mine from the moment I took your bag at the airport and talked you into getting a drink. That spark in your eye, that sexy laugh, and flirtatious voice. Your goddamn red lipstick all over my body.”

He shuddered as she smiled at him. “I need to buy more—I have nothing here.”

“We’ll get it. Anything. And as for everything else there is to learn about one another? We’ll take our time. Whether that’s at my place, Hunter and Emma’s, or a place you get on your own, I’m in no hurry. Whatever you need to be comfortable and safe here.”

“I want to stay with you,” she admitted.

“You want to come live with me?” he murmured softly, brushing a wet lock of her hair back from her face.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I feel safe when you’re with me. I can’t explain it—I’m still mad about what happened, how you went looking for me intentionally in the airport, but my heart? My heart can’t resist how I feel when we’re together.”

Fresh tears began streaming down her face, and Colton thumbed them away.

“Hell, kitten. You’ve had my heart since the moment we met. Let’s get you home.”

“To your home,” she clarified.

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