Page 49 of Seduced by a SEAL

“To our home.”

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Camila walked out of the master bedroom in Colton’s townhouse, padding out into the living room. She had on one of his large tee shirts, with Emma promising to drop off her few belongings later that night.

Colton crossed the room to her, taking her hand in his. “You smell like me,” he said huskily, ducking down and kissing the top of her head. “My shampoo. My body wash.”

“I don’t have any of my things.”

“I know. And there’s something sexy as fuck about seeing you wearing my tee shirt and nothing else.”

“I don’t know,” she teased, playfully turning away. “Wearing nothing at all might be sexier, no?”

“Camila,” he chided, watching with heated eyes as her fingers playfully trailed over the hem of the tee shirt she had on. It hit at mid-thigh, but she was slowly pulling it up, watching him in amusement. “Kitten, I’d take you to bed in an instant. But don’t you need to rest after the past week?”

She paused, her eyes roaming over his body. In a tee shirt and his camo fatigues, his muscled body was displayed to perfection. She couldn’t ignore the impressive bulge at the front of his pants. “Why, do you have something you need to do? Get back to base perhaps, and leave me here all alone?”

She tugged the tee shirt up and over her head and was standing before him naked. His gaze fell to her full breasts, heating her from within. She still had a few scrapes and fading bruises on her arms and legs, but for the first time since she’d been kidnapped, she felt like herself again. Sexy. Free. Addicted to the man before her.

Colton crossed over to her, lifting her up into his muscular arms.

“Kitten, did they hurt you? Because I don’t want to do anything that would cause you any pain.”

“I’m fine, lover,” she murmured. “They didn’t do anything like what you’re thinking.”

“Thank God,” he muttered, briefly resting his forehead against hers. Her arms wound around his neck, and then Colton was carrying her into his bedroom. Kissing her. Lying her down on his bed.

He stripped off his own shirt, and her gaze raked over him—broad shoulders, sculpted pecs, and a chiseled abdomen that looked to be carved from granite. A beat later he was coming down on top of her. Kissing her softly as his hands landed on either side of her head. Boxing her in with his muscled arms. Making her feel safe.

His lips moved against hers, his tongue seeking entrance, and she gasped and opened to him, letting Colton take complete control. As she lay gasping for breath, he began moving down her body. Teeth grazed her neck, sending shivers racing down her spine. His tongue swiped where he’d nipped at her, and he kissed his way lower. One large hand palmed and kneaded one breast, claiming what was his. His thumb moved over her nipple, rubbing back and forth, teasing her until she was whimpering for more.

His mouth moved to her other breast, and he kissed his way around one nipple, leaving her gasping at the sensations shooting through her. Finally, his tongue found her taut bud, licking it slowly as she whimpered. He gently flicked his tongue back and forth, driving her wild, and then finally his teeth grazed over her nipple as she squealed, her pussy flooding with arousal.

Colton kissed his way down her stomach, and then he was parting her thighs with his hands, opening her fully to him. He didn’t tease her like their night in Miami, just dove straight in, like he could never possibly have enough of her.

His broad shoulders spread her legs wide for him, leaving her sex vulnerable and open, and then she was at his complete and utter mercy. His lips kissed and caressed her folds, leaving her whimpering and gasping for more. With a few hard swipes of his tongue, she was crying out, nearing the precipice. Two thick fingers sank into her molten channel, and then his tongue lightly traced circles around her clit as she cried out on his bed.

Her fingernails raked through his cropped hair as his fingers pumped in and out of her core.

She moaned before him, not knowing whether she wanted to beg him to stop or demand he continue. His tongue laved over her throbbing clit again, and then he sucked it into his mouth as she screamed.

Pulses of white-hot arousal flashed through her, sending her impossibly higher and higher as her orgasm went on and on. As she lay gasping for breath on his bed, Colton stepped out of his pants and boxers and sheathed his throbbing cock. It jutted skyward, ready and eager for her, and in a moment, he was hovering over her body, slowly pushing inside.

She murmured at the intimate invasion, as he gently stroked her inner walls with his thick length. Colton finally bottomed out, the base of his erection rubbing up against her still-throbbing clit. Slowly, he began to thrust in and out, trapping her in his heated gaze. She gasped with each deep stroke, and he ducked down and kissed her softly, before his tongue traced the seam of her lips.

He swallowed her cries as he began to thrust faster. Harder.

Impossibly, she felt herself being built up again. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and sparks of pleasure began to race through her body. Each deep thrust sent her closer to the edge as Colton claimed her again and again, until finally her inner walls clamped down around him and she cried out his name.

Afterward they lay intertwined in each other’s arms, Camila resting her head on Colton’s strong chest.

“Stay here, kitten,” he said, his fingers lazily running through her hair.

“I’m not going anywhere, lover.”

“I mean stay here with me. Don’t go back to Hunter’s house.”

“You really want me to move in with you?”

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