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COLTON EMERGED FROM the bathroom the next morning, his gaze landing on Camila sleeping on the king-sized bed, her gorgeous body only partially hidden by the tousled sheets. Her smooth caramel skin contrasted with the white cotton, her breasts barely covered by the white fabric, the sumptuous globes looking ripe and tempting. Her tousled dark hair fell softly around her shoulders, and one shapely leg came out from where the sheet was loosely wrapped around her.
And she was stunning.
Gorgeous.
The type of woman he could get used to waking up next to, if he believed in that sort of thing.
The early morning Miami sun peeked in through the curtains, and he crossed the hotel room, pulling them fully shut.
Biding himself a little more time alone with her.
He strode back over toward Camila, his erection straining against his boxer briefs. He wasn’t above waking her up for a quick romp between the sheets, but she looked so goddamned peaceful and innocent at the moment.
Camila innocent, he thought with a smirk.
She was more like a seductress, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure out of him.
But the soft way her hair fell across her face, her body relaxed in slumber made him see her in an entirely different way.
Rather than her tempting and teasing him, enjoying the ways she could give him pleasure, she looked fragile. Feminine in her beauty, but in a way that brought forth his protective instincts. Sure, last night he’d happily stripped her clothes right off of her and taken her again and again, enjoying how she’d cried out his name.
But now?
He wanted to wrap her up and keep her safe.
Not send her on the next flight to Bogota.
Not give her right back to her father.
He glanced at his phone, noting the text message lighting up the screen saying that his flight had been rescheduled for later this morning. No surprise given the bright sunshine outside. The storm had moved on overnight, just like he would in a couple hours.
The slight pang of regret in his chest was something he didn’t want to examine too closely.
Camila stirred, rustling lightly beneath the twisted sheets as he set his phone back on the nightstand. Her eyes opened, watching him sleepily.
“Good morning, kitten.”
His voice was husky. Soft. Not demanding like it had been last night, when he’d enjoyed pleasuring her in every way imaginable.
Her gaze drifted over his bare chest and fell to his erection. “A very happy morning, indeed.”
Colton smirked, the bed sinking as he sat down beside her. As she watched him with hooded eyes, he was unable to resist running a hand down her bare arm.
Her skin was so impossibly soft and smooth.
“We could order room service,” he said, his voice low.
“Why waste our time on food?” she asked, turning so the sheet fell lower across her. She sat up, loosely holding the sheet to her stomach, her full breasts in glorious display. Large nipples stood out against her caramel skin, and he resisted the urge to touch. Taste.
Claim what was his once more.
Cocking her head slightly, she smiled. “Cat got your tongue? I mean certainly you’ve seen a naked woman before, no? A woman aside from me?”
Colton chuckled, his gaze dancing over her bare flesh. He met her playful gaze. “I need to keep up my strength. You brought me to my knees last night, kitten.”
Camila laughed, that rich throaty sound he loved so much. His eyes were drawn downward once more, to her full breasts bouncing lightly up and down. Hell, he could watch her all day long.
Forever.
“All right,” she agreed. “Room service then.”
“Then what?” he asked huskily, watching as she reached across him for the menu, completely uninhibited. Such a change from some of the women he usually spent the night with—the type who didn’t want to be seen without makeup on and every hair perfectly in place.
Maybe Camila was still wearing makeup from last night—how the hell would he know. But she wasn’t rushing to the bathroom to quick touch up everything. He’d mostly noticed her red lipstick last night, and that had quickly disappeared after a night of lovemaking.
Lovemaking. Shit.
He’d taken her to bed for a one-night-stand. Distracted her so he could bug her belongings and track down her father.
When the hell had he become so damn sappy?
“Mmm,” she said, her red manicured nail running down the menu. “I’ll just have fruit and toast. And coffee of course.”
“Of course,” he murmured, glancing at the menu himself.
“Why don’t you order while I go freshen up?” she asked, letting the sheet drop completely as she stood. He watched as she walked toward the bathroom fully nude, her shapely calves and legs leading up to her gorgeous rounded ass. Her hair moved around her slender shoulders as she walked, and she turned to blow him a kiss before walking into the bathroom. His cock hardened at the sight of her bare breasts. And then she disappeared, pulling the door shut behind her.
He muttered a curse as he heard the shower starting.
Room service could wait if it meant he’d get to see Camila, dripping wet. If it meant his hands could be running all over her gorgeous body. If his cock could be thrusting into her tight pussy.
He stripped off his boxer briefs and crossed the room, enjoying the way she squealed in delight as he joined her in the shower.
***
“MAKING A CALL?” SHE asked thirty minutes later, emerging from the bathroom clad in only a large white bath towel.
Colton tucked his phone in his cargo pants, his eyes shielded from her. “Yep. Just had to check in with the boss. The flight delay changed my plans and all.”
She watched him for a moment before padding across the room. “Ugh. I’m dreading returning to reality,” she said, flopping down onto the bed. “Give me another few days in Miami, and I’ll be a happy woman.”
A knock sounded at the door, and Colton crossed the room to get their room service cart. He glanced back at her, and she smiled and stepped out of view from the door. “You’re for my eyes only, kitten,” he said, his voice husky.
“Meow,” she teased, and he chuckled.
Something about the possessiveness in his voice thrilled her. As did the smoldering look he gave her when he brought their food into the room.
“Everything all right?” he asked a moment later, noticing the frown on her face as he poured them two cups of coffee and uncovered the plates. She tossed her phone onto the bed and picked up one of the cups, taking a small sip of the delicious dark roast.
“It will be—just family stuff. My father wasn’t too happy I spent an additional night in Miami as it is. He prefers having me close by, where he knows exactly what I’m doing at all times.”
“Your father?” Colton asked, taking a bite of the four-egg omelet he’d ordered. Complete with ham, cheese, and a dizzying amount of vegetables. Compared to her own small bowl of fruit and slices of toast, he’d ordered enough food to feed an army. She wondered again what he did—not that they’d had much time for small talk.
Something physical, for certain.
He was pure muscle beneath that tanned, masculine flesh. Rock hard where she was soft. And his body moving confidently over hers had been a dream. The stuff fantasies were made of.
Colton was a wonder with his mouth and hands—and that magnificent cock of his. She’d been more than happy to play with him last night. And he’d certainly surprised her with the endless number of ways they’d made love. Camila had expected him to be ready for some quick and dirty sex, but the way he’d repeatedly sought her pleasure?
Made her beg and plead to come?
Heat rose within her just recalling it.
“My father loves to control my life,” she said, a frown forming on her face. “Sure, he gives me plenty of money for shopping, traveling, dinners out, and the like, but as for doing anything else? Nada. He wants me under his control.”
Colton cleared his throat, those observant eyes watching her. “He wants to control you? Has he hurt you?” he asked, his voice lowering even more. He sat impossibly still, his eyes trained on her.
Camila laughed, the humor not reaching her eyes. “My father thinks women are good as only two things—lovers or prostitutes. But no, he hasn’t laid a finger on me. Nor will anyone else. When I’m in Colombia, I have bodyguards with me at all times. No freedom without him knowing where I go. No privacy since I have guards with me at all times. It’s complicated.”
Colton let out a low whistle. “Sounds like it. Why don’t you leave?”
She shrugged. “It’s not really an option. Where would I go? What would I do? I suppose he’d let me leave—as in, if I managed to come to the U.S. or somewhere, he wouldn’t chase after me. But how would I live? He’d cancel all my credit cards. Close my accounts. It’s not like I can just walk around with huge amounts of cash without anyone asking me questions. I could take some money and leave, but how far would I get? In every sense of the word, I’m trapped.”
“I don’t like it,” Colton muttered, stabbing at his omelet.
“What’s there to like?” she asked with a bitter laugh. “It doesn’t concern you anyhow, so no need to worry. This is rather deep for a one-night-stand anyway.”
His eyes met hers. “I’m worried about you.”
“There’s no need for you to worry. You’ll go on with your life, and I’ll go on with mine. Besides, a woman like me can take of herself.”
She took another sip of her coffee, suddenly losing her appetite. It was foolish, perhaps. To want another life. Her father never let her want for anything—and that was possibly the entire problem. She had a social life and large allowance for her shopping sprees, for the travel he agreed to. She had men to guard her every movement. To chauffeur her around.
But freedom?
A choice as to how to live her own life?
She was a prisoner.
