Page 35 of SEAL's Secret

“Sounds like a fairy tale,” Hudson quipped.

“Yep. Exactly.”

She carried the pitcher of water to the counter and poured herself a glass.

“I’m sure you can handle them, princess.”

Layton shot him a look. She was feistier now that she was pregnant. Maybe it was the hormones or something, but Hudson found it turned him on even more. Plus, she already looked different. Prettier, if that was possible. Layton claimed no one would notice the changes in her body yet, but she was wrong. Hudson noticed them. Her breasts were bigger. Fuller. And she really did have that pregnancy glow she’d mentioned. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair lush and shiny. Even the swell of her hips seemed slightly bigger. Sexier. Hudson imaginedwrapping his hands around them as Layton rode him to ecstasy. Only, this time, they’d be in his bed.

Yeah. He definitely wanted that. Layton in his bedroom, naked beneath his sheets. He could imagine her blonde hair spread over his pillow, her jasmine scent on his things.

Damn, he was a goner.

“Let’s go out on a date,” he abruptly said.

“What? Why?”

“Because we’re having a baby together. Because we’re living together.”

“Hudson. I’m moving out next week. We both knew this was a temporary arrangement until my things arrived. And I’m not sure us dating is the best idea. I mean, obviously I’m attracted to you,” she said, gesturing to her stomach, “but everything is complicated now.”

He stalked closer, watching as her eyes widened. He was done wasting time, done stalling. He wanted Layton and wasn’t going to stand back and watch his life pass him by. “What if something had happened to you today?” he asked in a low voice. “I care about you. I want you. Let’s go on a date because the idea of you with any other man guts me.” Her breath caught, and then he pulled that messy ponytail free so her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders. One of his hands landed on her waist, and he gave her a gentle squeeze. His other hand tangled in her hair. Her eyes filled with arousal as he ducked lower. Closer. Those pretty lips of hers parted, and then Hudson’s mouth was finally on hers, hot and hungry.

Layton was flushed and gasping as they parted, the look in her eyes telling him all he needed to know. “We can’t go out on a date right now. What about Caroline?”

“Another night,” he said, ducking for a second kiss. “I’ll take you out. Bring you flowers.” He kissed her again, harder this time. His cock twitched, already swelling against his boxer briefs, and he knew she could feel how badly he wanted her. Layton whimpered but yielded to his control of the kiss, Hudson’s tongue sliding inside her mouth. The way Layton clung to him made him feel about ten feet tall. She wanted him. Needed him.

“I want you now,” she pleaded, her hands fisting his tee shirt.

“I told you I’d never turn you down.” Hudson’s lips quirked, and then he lifted her into his muscled arms as she clung to him in surprise.

“But Caroline—”

“I’ll take you to my room, princess. That’s where I wanted you the first time. It just took longer than I’d planned to get here.” Longer to make love to her how he wanted to. Longer to let her into his heart. He was done making mistakes and would do whatever he could to prove that to her.

Still holding Layton in his arms, he shut his bedroom door and locked it behind them. “Good idea. I don’t want Caroline waking up and coming in here.”

He pressed his lips together.

“Hudson?”

He shook his head. “I always lock my bedroom door anyway. Just a habit I got in as a kid.”

A look of sadness crossed her face. “Don’t feel sorry for me, princess,” he said, carrying her toward his bed. “I’m here with you now, aren’t I? Seems I did okay.”

He placed her in front of him, Layton so much smaller than he was. Her nipples were pebbled against her tank top, and he thrilled at knowing the effect he had on her. “Let’s take thesepretties out to play,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Hudson fisted the bottom of her tank and then lifted it over her head. She gasped as Hudson’s large hand palmed one breast, his hand looking masculine and rough against her creamy, smooth skin.

“Hudson,” she breathed.

“You want me to stop, kitten?” He nailed her with a gaze before watching her breasts rise and fall. His thumb skated over her nipple, and Layton whimpered. “I didn’t think so,” he said, continuing his sensual assault. Ducking, he took one nipple in his mouth. It was pretty and perfect, just like the rest of her.

She squealed in surprise, and he gentled his suction. “You’re sensitive now,” he murmured, palming her other breast.

“Yes.”

“Mmmm.” He laved at her nipple, his tongue firm, and Layton actually moaned for him.

“That’s right, princess. I want you to feel good.” His hands were pushing down her elastic-waist shorts and panties next, taking them both in one swoop. “Lie back on the bed for me,” he said, staring at her with reverence. She did as he asked, but propped herself up on her elbows to watch.

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