Page 8 of SEAL's Secret

“Hudson.”

He smiled. He was certain he’d never get tired of hearing her say his name. “Yes, princess?” Her breaths were growing shallow as he nuzzled against her, breathing in her jasmine scent. She’d worn perfume for him tonight, and he found it a major turn on. Hudson pressed his lips to her temple, slow. Tender. He’d never really considered himself much of a romantic, but here he was sitting with a girl on the beach in the moonlight.

She turned, their faces mere inches apart, and then his lips were on hers. Kissing Layton was like seeing the sun rise. Or maybe looking at a million stars in the sky for the first time. Sparks shot straight through him, hot and bright. She was brilliant. Shining. Delectable. As her lips parted, he took a taste, and holy hell. Layton was sweet and sexy and oh-so-right. His hands roamed, gently squeezing her pretty breasts. She moaned into his mouth, and his thumb skimmed just along the edge of the fabric cupping one breast, her skin silken.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he could see her nipples pressing against the fabric. His thumb ran over her smooth skin again,enjoying the feel of her. Her pussy would be that soft, too. Slick. Hot. Ready for him.

Hudson slid one dress strap off her slender shoulder, watching as her breath hitched. “Still with me?” he asked.

“I’m with you,” she breathed.

Her breast spilled free of the material and into his ready hand. He kneaded her ample mound, his thumb rubbing over the pretty peaked bud. Layton was whimpering, and one of Hudson’s big hands landed on her bare knee. He gave it a squeeze, kissing her once more. “How far do you want me to take this?” he wondered. “Where can I touch you?”

“Everywhere,” she said breathlessly.

He growled in approval and slid one hand up her leg and between her silken thighs, watching the dress rise higher with his movement. The sight of his muscled arm against her soft skin was erotic as hell. Layton had on a pair of pale pink panties, and he caressed her through them, noting the scent of her arousal in the air.

She whimpered, and he kissed her temple. “Let me take care of you, princess.” He held her to him, his big hand still on one full breast, and played with her folds through her panties. Teasing. Enjoying the way she squirmed.

“I could pull these little panties aside and slide right in,” he rasped, lightly bucking up against her.

“Do it,” she pleaded

He stilled. “You don’t want that, princess. I’m leaving.”

“Maybe I do. Maybe I’ll go home to my normal life and want something good to remember. Something real to hold on to.”

Hudson sucked in a breath. The air suddenly felt still around them, or maybe that was just him committing the moment to memory. This woman asking for him. Needing him. Nothing had ever felt more right.

“One night?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

She turned to meet his gaze. “One night.”

He kissed her again then briefly rose to his knees, holding her to him as he pulled his wallet free. An empty beer bottle fell over in the sand, but they’d each only had one drink. Layton was fully able to consent to this. Grimacing at the thought of sand on his privates, he carefully pulled a condom out. Layton turned toward him in the moonlight, and he tugged at her dress, freeing her other breast. She looked like a mermaid, bare breasted on the sand, her long, blonde hair blowing in the ocean breeze.

Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her face flushed. He stared at her for a beat, and Layton snatched the condom from his hand, surprising him. She pushed him down and crawled back onto his lap, kissing him enthusiastically. “Princess,” he muttered. “Condom.”

“But I want to touch you,” she pleaded.

He shook his head. “I’ll explode. Be a good girl for me.”

She playfully pouted but shifted aside so he could free his aching erection. It bobbed in the moonlight, long and proud, and he swore he saw Layton lick her lips in anticipation. Ripping open the wrapper, he sheathed himself, then turned Layton around so her back was to his chest. “Ride me this way, princess.”

“But—”

“Just trust me.”

Hudson hiked up her dress, then ripped off her panties, loving her little gasp of surprise. “I’ll send you more,” he said, nippingat her neck and palming both her breasts. Layton was already whimpering again for him, and his arousal was pressed against her bare ass. He shifted one hand, giving her bare cheek a squeeze. “Lift up for me. Good girl,” he said as she obliged.

Hudson wrapped his hands around her hips. “Are you wet?” he asked, sliding one hand to her folds. She was soaked, hot and slick and so fucking perfect. “Line yourself up,” he told her. Hudson’s arms were nearly shaking as he tried to stay in control. He’d never been so hard in his life.

The ocean waves crashed on the beach, matching the pounding in his heart. As Layton shifted, he notched himself against her sweet pussy, then pulled her down, sinking straight into heaven. Layton gasped as he penetrated her completely. She wasn’t his forever, but tonight? Tonight Layton was everything he wanted, all that was good in the world.

“Hudson,” she cried out as he began to slowly thrust in and out. She was helpless in this position, Hudson’s muscled arm wrapped around her, cupping one perfect breast. He toyed with her clit as he pumped in and out, listening to her sweet cries of pleasure. He could already feel her pussy spasming around him. His girl was ready to shoot off like a firework.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, his lips on her temple again as he took complete control, thrusting in and out more quickly. “Look how pretty you are. Flushed cheeks. Bouncing breasts. Pretty nipples,” he growled, enjoying his view from behind her. “You’re all mine, Layton. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she pleaded between gasps. “Hudson. Please.”

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