Page 8 of Seduced by a SEAL

Their bags landed in a jumbled heap on the floor, and Colton’s hands gripped her waist as she turned toward him, his mouth hot on hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Holy mother of God. The man was large everywhere. Her breasts rubbed against his solid chest, her flat stomach against his rock-hard erection. He lifted her easily into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, letting her espadrille sandals fall to the floor.

His palms came to her ass, and then he was rubbing her up and down his hard length. She whimpered against him—actually whimpered for this man. Even through their layers of clothing she could feel him nudging against her exactly where she needed it.

Exactly where she wanted him.

“Camila,” he breathed.

“Take me to bed,” she commanded.

Colton’s eyes heated, and he walked over to the massive king-sized bed as he held her, every step jostling her against him even more. He didn’t bother with any pretenses, just lay her down on the plush bedspread, his hands landing on either side of her head as his body hovered above hers.

She didn’t dare to move in that moment—taking in his heat, his powerful body above hers, his scent. Colton smelled of something slightly spicy and pure male. He stood, towering above her for a beat, his gaze roaming appreciatively over every inch of her body, like she was a feast he couldn’t wait to devour. She enjoyed his eyes on her, the bulge in his pants. Most men were unable to resist her feminine curves. Her full breasts and rounded hips may have given her grief when she was younger, but as a woman?

She could have men practically eating out of her hands.

He stepped between her legs, and she trembled in anticipation. By now most men would be ripping her clothes off in eagerness.

Biting, pawing, pulling their erection free.

But Colton?

His fingers lightly ran up her bare legs, the soft touch teasing her more than any roughness would. He watched his hands moving over her skin, seeming entranced at the differences between them. The bulges of the tendons on his hands stood out in harsh contrast to her smooth skin. He was big and rough and strong and somehow also impossibly gentle with her.

She whimpered as his hands skimmed across her inner thighs, her panties damp with arousal. He hadn’t even undressed her yet, and her clit throbbed for his touch, her nipples taut against the top of her outfit.

Colton paused only as he reached the shorts of her trendy romper, his fingers lightly sliding under the material. “Hell. I forgot this wasn’t a dress,” he said, his eyes narrowing.

Camila laughed, momentarily regaining control. He’d barely been touching her, but she’d been completely entranced by him. Held in place on the bed by only his look. By the chemistry surging between them—some invisible string that had seemed to tether them together. “No problem, lover,” she said, sitting up as Colton stepped back. “Help me undress?”

Colton’s hands were on her in an instant as he helped her to stand. Skimming over her clothing. Caressing her skin. “My pleasure,” he said, his voice deep. His eyes heated with arousal. “Those might’ve been the sexiest damn words I’ve ever heard you utter.”

“You barely even know me—”

She gasped as he ducked down and kissed her neck, his teeth grazing against her tender skin, his fingers running through her long hair. He nipped at her again, causing her to arch up and thrust her breasts against him. He growled in approval, his rough hands moving lower and pulling the straps off her shoulders. His gaze fell to her full breasts, now rapidly rising and falling, and then he was ducking lower and kissing her cleavage.

Leaving her whimpering before him.

“God you’re gorgeous,” he murmured a moment later as he slid the top further down, revealing her lace-clad breasts. His hands paused at her waist, and she chuckled as she realized why he’d suddenly stopped.

“You have to unzip the side. A woman has hips, no?”

“Hell, who came up with this? Take it off before I tear the damn thing in half.”

“My, my, such a temper,” she teased, playfully putting her hand in the middle of his chest and lightly pushing him back.

Colton took one step backward and then stood perfectly still, barely daring to move, and she saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. She turned to the side, enjoying the affect she was having on him. Glancing at Colton over her shoulder, and slowly unzipped the side of her romper, playfully showing him the edge of her red lace thong.

“Hell. And now you’re stripping for me,” he said, his voice gravel. He practically shook as he stood in place, ready to move toward her again, and she admonished him. He fisted his hands at his sides as she smiled.

“Tsk, tsk. You have to wait until I undress. You only get to look before you touch.”

He growled as she pushed her outfit down her legs, shimmying to get it all the way off. She stepped out of it and turned in a full circle, clad only in her red lacy bra and thong. Time seemed to stand still as she once again stood facing him, and then suddenly he was moving forward. Sweeping her up into his arms.

He lay her down on the bed and prowled on top of her, holding himself up with his muscular arms. “You’re such a tease, kitten. But two can play at that game.”

“Oh?” she asked, biting her lip as she looked at him in challenge.

“Oh yes,” he said gruffly, moving one large hand to her breast, letting his fingers trace over the red lace cup. She whimpered as the fabric rubbed against her peaked nipple, and then he palmed her entire breast, capturing her cries with a kiss.

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