Page 5 of Seduced by a SEAL

“If I’m going to allow you to buy me a drink, don’t you think you should tell me your name?”

“Colton Ferguson,” he said, holding out a hand. Her soft, feminine hand slid into his, and he resisted the urge to tug her even closer as his fingers wrapped around hers.

“Camila,” she said.

Colton raised his eyebrows.

“Just Camila for now,” she said in her Colombian accent.

“All right, Just Camila,” he said, lightly running his thumb over her knuckles before letting her go.

“A woman can’t be too careful,” she said with a shrug. His gaze dropped to her full breasts as they rose and then fell again with her movement.

“You won’t get any complaints from me,” he assured her. “Tell me your name, don’t tell me your name. It’s all good. What can I get you?”

“I’d love a shot of Aguardiente. I doubt they have it though,” she added with a husky laugh.

“What’s that?”

“A Colombian liquor. Perfect to have a couple of shots of before you go out dancing.”

“No, I don’t think they serve that here,” he said in amusement, crossing his arms. Her red lips pursed in a hint of a smile. His cock hardened as her appreciative gaze slid over his biceps.

“Ah. Figures.” Her gaze flickered around the bar area. Tables were filling up, much as Colton predicted. A woman the next table over was speaking loudly on her cell phone trying to find a hotel room.

Camila caught his eye, raising her eyebrows.

“I told you so. Give it an hour or so and every hotel room around here will be booked.” He glanced down at his watch. “If you prefer, we could have drinks back in my hotel room where it’s a little quieter.”

“And what makes you think I’d want to accompany a man I just met to his hotel room?”

“You tell me, kitten. You’ve been eying me with interest for the past ten minutes.”

“Kitten? More like a tiger,” she said with a scowl.

Colton chuckled, his deep laughter filling the room. “More like a tiger cub,” he said, his eyes heating. “One I’d very much like to tame.”

“All right,” she said, preparing to slide off the high barstool. Colton instantly moved closer, his hands wrapping around her hips as he easily lifted her down. Her breasts brushed against his hard chest, and he resisted the urge to groan in appreciation. Unable to miss the chance to hold her close, he let his hands span her narrow waist, his fingertips just skimming over the top of her curvy ass.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, finally releasing her.

She laughed. “I already agreed to go with you to your hotel room.”

“Ah, but the night is still young.”

“Are you going to be a gentleman and carry my bags?” she asked, her gaze landing at the pile of luggage on the ground.

“Absolutely,” he said, his voice gruff. His eyes locked with hers.

“Let’s have champagne sent to the room,” she said, wrapping her arm around his forearm and cozying up next to him.

“Champagne instead of Aguardiente. I can do that,” he said with a low chuckle.

“It’s more romantic,” she said, her dark eyes darting toward his. “Drinking in a bar is different than a hotel room, no?”

Colton grabbed their bags, letting his arm wrap around her waist to pull her closer. “It certainly is. This way, kitten,” he said, guiding her toward the door. “I’d love to have a bottle of champagne with you.”

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