Page 14 of Seduced by a SEAL

Chapter 4

Colton muttered under his breath as he ducked into Anchors a week later, dodging two young sailors who’d already had a few too many. He stepped out of their way as they stumbled along, pausing at the front of the popular bar along the Virginia Beach strand where many of his military buddies hung out. Since it wasn’t too far from Little Creek, it was always filled with plenty of sailors, SEALs, and single women, and tonight didn’t disappoint.

A group of giggling women whispered and gawked at him as they walked out the front door, their skimpy tank tops covering their string bikinis, and Colton resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

There was something to be said about the thrill of the chase.

Block after block of bikini-clad women lounging at the beach and walking down the boardwalk, visiting the numerous restaurants and bars dotting Virginia Beach, wasn’t exactly a challenge. And drunk women falling all over him didn’t exactly have quite the same appeal as getting the attention of a gorgeous yet confident and elusive woman.

A woman who knew she was a prize to be caught. Savored. Treasured.

Like Camila.

Legs for days, lush brown locks he didn’t want to stop running his hands through, and curves dangerous enough to give a man a heart attack.

Memories of their night together would fucking haunt him for the rest of his life. It must’ve been the temptation of what he couldn’t have. Because he’d spent plenty of nights with a woman in his bed over the years and never wanted to chase her down a week later.

There’d been lots of spectacular sex that he’d told his buddies about the next day.

But with her?

“Yo! C-4!” his buddy Mason hollered from the back of Anchors.

Colton’s gaze swept to the table several of the men on his SEAL team occupied. Sitting alongside Mason were Noah “Viper” Miller, his aviators perched atop his head, and Jacob “Joker” Olson. Mason, one of the younger guys on the team, was laughing as he took their longnecks from the tray that the pretty waitress was carrying. Jacob was howling with laughter beside him, his date for the evening looking less than amused.

Noah nodded as he spotted Colton heading their way but stood and followed a group of women walking to a nearby table. Colton’s gaze trailed after them as he watched Noah wrap his arms around two of the women.

He shook his head as he approached his buddies.

Some things never changed.

“What’s so damn funny?” Colton asked the rest of the group, pulling up a chair as their laughter began to die down.

“Not much,” Jacob’s girl said, pouting, as the other men continued to flirt with their waitress.

“Baby, don’t be like that,” Jacob said, putting his arm around her shoulders. She relaxed into him, clearly enjoying the attention, and Colton watched as Jacob’s fingers grazed over her bare shoulder. Instantly his mind flashed back to a week ago Miami—

Undressing Camila in his hotel room. Sliding the straps of that sexy little sundress—romper—whatever the hell she called it—off of her smooth, creamy shoulders.

Kissing every inch of her skin. Parting her thighs as he ducked lower, inhaling her intoxicating scent as he went down on her.

Camila’s red lips wrapped around his dick as she sucked him off later that night.

Fuck.

One week later, and he still couldn’t get the gorgeous, exotic woman out of his mind. He wasn’t normally the type of man to pine after a woman or want more than one night with her in his bed, but holy hell. What a woman she was.

It was all he could do to let her get on her flight to Colombia the next morning and not drag her back to the hotel room for a few more rounds between the sheets.

And in the shower.

Up against the dresser.

On the floor.

He’d bugged her belongings when she’d been sleeping—placing the GPS trackers he’d acquired on her fancy suitcase, tote bag, even putting a microscopic one on her lipstick. If it had been a planned op, they’d have better quality surveillance available to them.

As it was?