Page 4 of SEAL's Secret

He moved closer, slowly, so as not to spook her. “No pressure,” he promised, his deep voice doing something funny to her insides. “Hell. Even if you come back to my place and change your mind, I’m a good cuddler,” he teased, flashing her another grin.

They were interrupted as a female voice suddenly called out from the other room. “Layton! Are you up here?”

Her gaze swung toward the living room. “I better go see what Em wants. Be right there!” she called back to her sister.

She looked up at him once more, and Hudson reached out to brush back a stray piece of her hair. His hand lingered a moment, his thumb lightly caressing her temple. It was an intimate gesture given they hardly knew one another, but she could feel the heat between them even now, the air practically crackling with electricity.

His gaze briefly dropped to her lips, and she wondered what it would feel like to have his mouth on hers. He’d kiss her slowly, she decided, before taking control as he moved down to her neck. Her cleavage. Her heart raced as she imagined the scruff of his whiskers on her bare skin.

He dropped his hand and stepped back, and Layton sucked in a breath. Her heart was pounding, and Hudson had barely touched her. The man overwhelmed her. The heat from his large body, the scent of him, even the gentleness of his touch. Everything about Hudson called out to her. Made her want him. He was the exact opposite of her ex, and she needed something different and good for a change, even if for only one night.

His voice was low and husky, soothing her frazzled nerves. “I’ll get your number before we finish up today.”

“Okay.”

Emersyn poked her head in the kitchen door, causing Layton to jump in surprise. Her sister glanced between the two of them, shooting Layton a questioning look.

“That’s my cue to head out,” Hudson said gruffly. He paused to speak in a low voice as he moved past Layton, his mouth hovering by her ear. “I love how you blush. Makes me want to see what other ways I can make that flush come over your skin.”

She swallowed, knowing she was probably beet red by now, and he moved away, leaving both sisters standing there. Emersyn raised her eyebrows expectantly.

“I’ll explain later,” Layton said, her mind moving in a million different directions. “Maybe. What did you want my help with?”

Chapter 2

Hudson “Torpedo” Brown yawned and stretched in the early morning light, spread out on his bed beneath the sheets. His gaze landed on the clock at his bedside, and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Oh-five-hundred. He didn’t even need an alarm anymore, his body accustomed to waking up early for PT after years of grueling training. Scrubbing a hand over the stubble on his jaw, he grinned.

He’d gotten Layton’s digits before he left yesterday, and without wasting any time, had shot off a flirty text last night before he’d gone to bed. There was no time to move slowly when the woman was literally flying home in a few days’ time. He wanted to lock in their plans for the weekend. They’d arranged to have dinner on Saturday at a cozy ocean-front restaurant, and he planned to do a little wooing before then. Convince her to spend the night.

Layton was into him. He’d caught her staring at him more than once as they’d helped her sister move in yesterday, and the chemistry between them was off-the-charts. He was a little surprised to learn she was divorced. There was a lot to potentially unpack with that, but Hudson wouldn’t be dating her. Starting a relationship. Both of them knew what this was and what it wasn’t.

She was leaving.

And hell if he didn’t want one hot night to sample all the deliciousness that was Layton O’Connell before she was gone.

His cock twitched as he thought about her in those short shorts she had on yesterday. The woman was cute as hell—not that most women enjoyed being called cute. She was petite, but curvyand toned in all the right places. Sexy without even trying. Layton had long, blonde hair. Pretty skin. Pouty, kissable lips. The tank top she wore yesterday hugged her perfect breasts, the slight dip in the top showing off her cleavage. And when she’d turned around to grab water bottles from the fridge? That smoking hot ass. Her shorts had skimmed over it delectably, and it had been all he could do not to cage her in against the kitchen counter, give her ass a little squeeze, and taste those lush lips for himself. Listen to her whimpers and moans. Show her how good a night together could be.

Hudson licked his lips, biting back a grin. He grabbed his phone, scanning over some of their messages from last night.

Hudson:Saturday it is. Looking forward to it. ;)

Hudson:What are you up to tonight?

Layton:Just trying to decide between the guestroom floor or crashing on the sofa. Em does have a sleeping bag I can use, but neither seem optimal.

Hudson:I have a big…bed.

Layton:I bet you do.

Hudson:You’re welcome to stay here, princess. I promise not to steal all the covers. Of course, I’d be more than happy to keep you warm. ;)

Layton:Princess?

He smirked. That was the part of his text that she’d questioned?

Hudson:Wasn’t there some princess who was fussy about where she slept? Dunno. I didn’t read too many bedtime stories as a kid.

Layton:Hudson.

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