Page 2 of Seduced by a SEAL

Colton’s eyes swept back to him, and he stepped forward, handing over his ID and boarding pass.

The photograph he’d tucked into his pocket was slightly grainy, but there was no mistaking her. The woman he was targeting was stuck in security just like him.

His jaw ticked as he saw two officers with bomb-sniffing dogs now converging on the scene.

How exactly was he supposed to bug her belongings if she was intercepted by airport authorities?

The woman began rapidly talking again, looking more and more irritated. Colton cleared the metal detectors and grabbed his gear from the bin, sliding his phone and wallet back into his pockets and putting on his boots in haste. His metal watch went back around his wrist, and then he was grabbling his duffle bag and dodging other travelers to get to the woman.

“It’s an exfoliator,” she said in exasperation to the bomb techs.

“A what?” one of the men asked, holding the container up for closer inspection with gloved hands.

“A cleanser. For washing my face. I already explained it earlier—you add water to it. People use soaps and cleansers, no?”

Colton opened his mouth, ready to speak, when the dumbfounded agent to the right glanced up. His eyes widened in recognition when he noticed Colton heading their way. “C-4!” he said with a grin.

He stepped aside and held out a hand to Colton. “What’re you up to, man? Visiting Miami? It’s been years!”

Colton shook hands with the man he’d gone through explosives training with many years ago. “Headed back to Little Creek,” he said, unable to prevent his gaze from drifting back toward the stunning woman. “Just here for a little R&R.”

“Well shit. I could go for a vacation.”

Colton chuckled. “Our entire team got some time off after our most recent op. It was hell, so we all appreciated the break. Probably won’t get another breather for a while. You know how it is—on duty 24/7, at Uncle Sam’s beck and call.”

“Understood. Can’t say I miss life in the military at all. You know her?” he asked, watching the scene around them. The woman had backed away from the agents and was mouthing off to them, her hands on her hips as she tapped her foot impatiently on the ground.

Colton’s eyes slid back up her toned legs, appreciating the curve of her ass, and quickly skimmed over her full breasts before he eyed his buddy again. “Not yet.”

His buddy laughed. “She’s a handful. Probably harmless. Don’t know what the hell she’s got in that container though. I’ve never seen powdered soap before. Face wash. Whatever the hell she claims it is.”

“Women,” Colton said with a smirk. “They can line the entire bathroom counter with beauty products and still need something new. A good old bar of soap works just fine for me.”

“She looks high maintenance all right. Pretty damn fine though,” he chuckled.

“All right, ma’am,” one of the agents testing the woman’s luggage said. “You’re free to go. Next time consider checking that in your luggage.”

“It’s about time,” she said, flipping her long, dark hair over her shoulder and nailing him with a glare. “I nearly missed my flight thanks to you.”

“It’s standard procedure, ma’am,” the agent replied. “Anything brought into question needs to be fully inspected.”

“Standard. Right,” she said in her Colombian accent. “I think you just wanted a chance to pat me down. Thankfully another woman did the job instead,” she added, her voice doing strange things to Colton’s libido. “I certainly don’t need your hands all over me.”

Colton smirked.

Hell.

Another man on their Delta SEAL team, Hunter “Hook” Murdock, had just ended up with a British chick he’d rescued while in London. She’d been on the run from terrorists, and Hunter, along with their teammate Mason “Riptide” Ryan, had just happened to be in the right place at the right time. He’d rescued her from a pub, and they’d temporarily holed up in a hotel room together.

And the rest was history.

The fact that his rough-and-tumble friend, the guy who once practically had a different woman in his bed every night, was now in a committed relationship had their entire SEAL team ribbing him.

What were the chances that Colton would be practically drooling over a woman who wasn’t American either?

Not that he planned on settling down with the daughter of a notorious drug lord. Or settling down period.

Hunter’s woman, Emma, had ended up moving to the U.S. with him. The woman Colton was eyeing in the sexy red dress very clearly intended to get on the next flight back to Colombia. He wished he didn’t have to make a run for his own flight after his brief intercept. Wouldn’t he love to buy her a stiff drink at the airport bar and let his gaze linger on her sumptuous curves. Long, sexy legs. Full breasts. Curvy hips.

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