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CAMILA’S GAZE FLICKED around the busy airport as they walked out, Colton’s large frame an imposing figure at her side. He towered over her, well past six feet. Even with her wedge espadrilles on, she only came up to his shoulder. He had muscles upon muscles and looked as if he trained hard every day. With his short, dark hair and gaze that didn’t miss a thing, she wondered what exactly he did. He was alert and aware of their surroundings—a man used to commanding a room. Garnering attention wherever he went.
Blinking lights on the arrivals and departures board caught her eye. There was nothing but a list of flights followed by the word “Delayed.”
Lovely.
Even if they did reopen the airport, it could be hours before her own flight was rescheduled. Another crack of thunder boomed, and the rain was coming down so hard she could hear it pounding outside as they approached the front of the airport. A separate set of doors led to an attached hotel, and she was grateful she wouldn’t need to run out in the pouring rain.
Her father would have a fit that she wasn’t arriving home from Miami today as scheduled, but what was she supposed to do?
Air traffic control grounding flights in and out of the airport was one of the few things out of his control.
The head of the notorious Rodriguez Cartel in Bogota, Miguel Rodriguez certainly had the means and connections to hire a private jet and get his daughter back to Colombia. But that would mean she’d let him know of her change in plans—which she certainly wasn’t about to do.
Miguel always had to be one hundred percent in command and control. And maybe his goons were more than happy to acquiesce, to practically fall at his feet when he snapped his fingers, but Camila?
She’d never been one to let him control her life.
Not now and not ever.
She shuddered, thinking of the poor women that had been drawn into the kidnapping ring that funded his massive drug operation. The women were snatched from the streets. Held in small cells. Sold to the highest bidder. Cocaine production was back on the rise in Colombia thanks to her father. No doubt it was making its way north to the U.S.
And the women whose lives were stolen from them?
There wasn’t a damn thing she could do to help.
“Are you okay?” Concern was etched in his gaze as she looked up at him.
Her eyes ran over his strong features—broad forehead, warm brown eyes, full lips, and a strong jaw covered in a few days’ worth of stubble. She may not know the man, but she felt that she could trust him. Be safe with him. Colton didn’t give her the leering looks that some of her father’s henchman did. They’d never touch her because of who he was, of course.
But if something ever shifted the dynamic in power?
She’d be thrown to the wolves. Tossed around from man to man until there was nothing left of her.
Colton’s strong presence gave her a different feeling of security. His warm, hard body beside her, holding her close, left her mind reeling. She was going to go spend the night with the man, not live with him happily ever after.
The fact that he made her comfortable in a way she never had been was irrelevant.
“I’m perfect,” she assured Colton. “Just thinking of my father.” He raised his eyebrows as she laughed. “Nothing worth discussing, I assure you. He’ll probably be wondering where my flight is since I was scheduled to arrive home this afternoon.” She gave a careless shrug as his gaze dropped to the movement of her breasts. “It doesn’t concern me, so there’s no need for it to concern you.”
“If you say so,” he said, pushing open the door to the luxury hotel attached to the airport, his lips quirking up on one side.
She smiled as she stepped through the doors. “Were you here in Miami on vacation?”
“Yep, just for a few days. I was catching a flight back home, hoping to beat the storm.”
She playfully pouted at him. “And were you still hoping for a quick departure after you spotted me?”
He chuckled, and the deep sound of his laughter made her stomach do a funny little flip. She didn’t date men—and not only because of her father. It was too much fun to play with them. To enjoy the company of a man for a night or two and then move on to someone else.
Leaving the man she’d been with wanting more.
Something about Colton got under her skin though. Odd, seeing as though they’d just met. Maybe it was the rumble of his laughter or the smoldering way he looked at her. The easy confidence in his stride. He looked like he wasn’t used to taking no for an answer, but she also had the feeling that if she bowed out now, he’d let her go.
Regretfully, perhaps.
But he wasn’t the type of man to force a woman into something she didn’t want to do.
He was as opposite from her father and his men as one could be.
“Wait here, kitten,” he said, setting her suitcase down and easing their bags off his shoulder and onto the ground near the seating area. “I need to go check in.” His hand slid over her sleek suitcase, and he patted it once. “This looks expensive.”
“I have expensive tastes. But not to worry, my taste in men has never been wrong.”
Colton’s eyes heated as he looked at her. “My taste in women has always been impeccable as well.” He ducked lower, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers racing through her body. She stilled as his hand wrapped around her upper arm, the slow movement of his thumb caressing her skin making her wish he’d touch her everywhere. “And I plan on tasting every part of you, kitten,” he said, his voice thick with promise. “Be right back.”
He released her, leaving her momentarily stunned as he crossed the lobby to the front desk.
Maybe a man like him was more dangerous than she thought.
Camila watched him walk toward the desk, his jeans hanging just so from his narrow hips. Her eyes ran up his body, over his strong back and broad shoulders. Two women standing off to the side whispered about him, and she smirked as they glanced back at her.
Sitting down on one of the plush chairs in the lobby, she reached into her tote bag and pulled out her small mirror and red lipstick. Carefully reapplying it, she smacked her lips together as a shadow suddenly fell over her.
Her gaze swept up to Colton. “All set, kitten,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “I even arranged to have room service arrive in ten minutes.”
“Perfecto,” she said, allowing Colton to take her hand as she stood. “Adoro champan.”
His eyebrows raised.
“I adore champagne,” she said with a laugh.
He chuckled, his large, warm hand wrapping around hers as he tugged her closer. Shivers raced down her spine at his touch, and she gazed up at him, her eyes falling on his full lips. People milled around about them, but Colton ducked down, his mouth softly landing on hers.
She moved closer, pulling her hand free from his to run her fingers up his muscular chest. He groaned as he kissed her again, more deeply, and then stepped back.
She reached up and lightly brushed her lipstick off his mouth, enjoying the feel of his warm lips beneath his fingers. The scruff of his jaw against her hand. Reluctantly, she pulled away.
“Let’s get to our room, kitten. We’ve got all night,” he said, his voice husky.
“That we do,” she agreed, her body alight at his touch. Even with that one simple kiss, arousal had coiled low in her belly, snaking down lower still until she throbbed for his touch. Her nipples pebbled against her lace bra, and her thoughts whirled.
Colton grabbed their bags, and she imagined those large, muscular hands dragging all over her entire body. Those thick arms caging her in as he prowled over her on the bed, ready to thrust deep inside her welcoming body.
Holy hell.
The man had barely even touched her.
She smiled coyly at him in the elevator, her gaze trailing down his body until it landed at the bulge in his pants.
The very large bulge.
He was all brawn and muscle and had the goods to go with it. Yum.
The number twelve lit up after a few moments, and they stepped off the elevator together. Colton gestured for her to go ahead, and she confidently strode down the hallway, unable to resist slightly swaying her hips as she walked.
She felt his heated gaze on her almost as if it were a caress. A smile played at her lips.
“Last door on the right, kitten. We’re room 1200.”
She glanced back over her shoulder, tousling her hair and pouting her lips as she did. Not that she needed to get Colton’s attention. His heated eyes were already on her as he practically swaggered down the hallway after her.
The ornate decorations of the luxury hotel—gorgeous wallpaper, crystal light fixtures, and immaculately framed mirrors—stood in stark contrast to his rugged masculinity. Colton’s broad shoulders and muscular arms almost looked as if they wouldn’t even fit through a doorway. It was hard to believe any room could contain a man with as much leashed strength as him.
Even moving down the hallway after her, an energy sizzled around him. He was too big, his personality too strong to be contained by these walls. And all that energy and focus was about to be unleashed on her.
A beat later, and he was behind her at the door to their room, caging her in. His thick erection ground against her backside as he pressed against her, the heat and strength of his body causing a thrill to shoot straight though her. He ducked lower and whispered into her ear as he slid the keycard into the door. His hand lightly caressed her hip, and then the door was finally opening, Colton hot on her heels.
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.
Warm lips moved against hers, and then his tongue was demanding entrance. Sliding against hers. Claiming her mouth.
He kneaded her breast before grazing his thumb over her nipple, sending her into a new frenzy of desire. Arousal dampened her thong panties, and Colton nudged her legs apart with one of his own. He kissed his way down her body, his hands and mouth everywhere. Her breasts spilled over the top of her bra as he tugged the cups down, and then he was kissing, suckling her. Teasing each nipple into a hardened tip.
A few swipes of his tongue had her crying out. Clutching the bedspread with her hands.
He kissed his way lower, across her flat stomach. Her fingernails raked against his head, her red polish a sharp contrast to his dark hair. Was she urging him on or begging him to stop? But then he was moving lower. He hovered above her pussy for a moment before completely passing it over while she groaned in frustration.
“Do you need me, kitten?” he asked huskily, slowly moving his mouth up one inner thigh. His light kisses and nips had her shaking as he approached her sex. His knuckles lightly brushed over her mound, and then he moved to her other leg, kissing and nibbling her other thigh as she helplessly bucked up against nothing.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
She felt his breath against her leg as he chuckled. “I am kissing you, kitten. I plan to kiss your entire body. I want my mouth over every single inch of your skin.”
She mumbled in Spanish, knowing he wouldn’t understand a single word she was saying, and then whimpered as he finally worked his way toward her sex again. He hovered above her pussy, exactly where she needed him.
“Do you have any more of these?” he asked, his voice dark. His thick fingers ran under the edge of her thong.
“Si. An entire drawerful at home.”
“Then you won’t miss this one,” he said, ripping it right off her. She gasped in surprise, but then he was pushing her legs farther apart. Kissing her swollen folds as he settled her legs over his broad shoulders. Spreading her wide for his taking.
“I’m in charge now, kitten,” he said, using his thumbs to part her lower lips and grant him further access to her.
“Colton,” she gasped, for once at a complete loss for words. She murmured in Spanish as he began to pleasure her. He teased and lapped at her pussy, tracing his tongue through every fold as she writhed on the bed.
She cried out, trying to buck against him, and his hands gripped her hips in an iron hold.
She was completely bared to him, vulnerable with her legs spread over his broad shoulders, and Colton hadn’t even undressed yet.
Moving lower, he gently penetrated her core, thrusting his tongue in and out, and she lightly bucked up against him, helpless to his demands. Two thick fingers replaced his tongue as he began licking her sex again, and she cried out as he finally circled her swollen clit.
He began to thrust his fingers in and out as her inner walls tightened around him, and then he sucked her swollen bud into his mouth, teasing her mercilessly with his tongue. She gasped for breath, crying out as he built her up, and then just as she was about to fall over the edge, he pulled back, leaving her practically sobbing.
He kissed her thigh softly as her inner walls clamped down around nothing, her body aching to be filled. Consumed. Claimed by this man. She panted for breath and cursed at him in Spanish, desperate for release.
Colton chuckled, enjoying this far too much. “I told you I was going to tease you, kitten.”
“You fight dirty!”
“Hell. I could go down on you all night. I could spend hours—days—lapping up your arousal. Making you fall apart from only my mouth.”
He moved closer and kissed her core again as sparks of arousal shot straight through her. Her nipples hardened into aching peaks, her clit throbbed, and she lay gasping, spread wide before Colton as he did whatever he pleased.
“What do you need, kitten? Just tell me.”
“Colton!”
He slowly moved his tongue over her folds again as her breasts rose up and down, lazily lapping up her arousal as he purposefully avoided her clit. His tongue found her slick channel once more, and he slowly thrust it inside, moving way too slowly to grant her any form of release.
To give her anything near what she needed.
She cried out again, moving against him as he pulled back. “Tell me, kitten,” he said, kissing her sex again before hovering above it. “Tell me what you need.”
“Please,” she said, bucking up toward him.
“Please what?” he hinted, a smug look on his chiseled features.
Her legs shook on top of his shoulders, and she whimpered as his lips barely brushed against her quivering folds. He lightly kissed her again, the barest hint of a touch.
“Colton,” she begged, “please make me come!” She tossed her head back and forth, her hands fisting the bedspread as Colton finally obliged and lightly flicked her clit with his tongue. She cried out, the touch nearly too much to bear.
Colton eased two, then three thick fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out of her hot, slickened channel. Arousal dampened her thighs she was so wet and ready for him.
And then he sucked on her clit. Hard.
She screamed, helplessly bucking against his face as she exploded, her orgasm going on and on. She tried to pull away as the sensations finally became too much, but he gripped one of her hips, holding her to him. Determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure out of her.
She cried out his name as he somehow brought her to orgasm again, Colton feasting on her pussy as her legs remained splayed over his shoulders, her body his to command. She bucked and writhed as her sex fluttered against his mouth, her orgasm going on and on.
Breathless, she finally collapsed on the bed, utterly spent.
Colton eased his fingers from her and softly kissed her sex, letting her down from her climax. Her legs trembled as he slid them from his shoulders, and her chest heaved up and down.
“Hell, kitten,” he said, licking her arousal from his fingers before prowling back up her body, his muscular frame caging her in. His hardened cock pressed against her, still constrained in his jeans. “You’re the sweetest damn thing I ever tasted.”
“Colt—oh my God,” she gasped.
“Shh,” he said, tugging her bra back into place and pulling the covers around her. Her red lacy thong lay flung on the floor beside her red outfit. “Sleep.”
She gazed at him in an orgasm-induced haze, and briefly closed her eyes as he ducked down to kiss her temple.
A moment later, she was fast asleep.
