Capture Me Read Online Helena Newbury

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Suspense Tags Authors: Helena Newbury Advertisement1

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Stupid girl! I screamed at myself. Get a hold of yourself!

Colton started breathing deep and slow again. I focused on the rope—only on the rope—teasing the rest of the knots free. Above us, a worrying yellow and pink glow was starting to bleed into the blue. Come on! Come on!

At last, the final knot loosened and I slipped the loops of rope off my wrists. Free! But Colton’s arm was still firmly around my waist. I lay there, burning precious minutes trying to work out the best way to sneak out. Eventually, I decided to roll onto my back and then slide out from under his arm. I wouldn’t have to lift his arm as much and, hopefully, he wouldn’t wake.

I took a deep breath and rolled. More and more sky came into view and then he came into view, immense and rugged and utterly gorgeous. I paused for a second, gathering myself, and then started to slide sideways—

His arm scooped under me and pulled me hard against him. My face pressed into the warm valley between his pecs. I tensed, about to fight my way out—

Then I realized that he hadn’t woken. His breathing was still steady and deep and I felt his body relax against mine like a sleepy child who’s found their favorite toy.

I tried to slow my panting. My breasts were squished up against the hard lines of his chest and, since I hadn’t put my wet bra back on when I’d dressed, there were only two thin layers of cotton separating us. Each time he inhaled, his chest expanded against my breasts, gently squeezing them. I could feel my nipples waking and peaking, crackles of pleasure racing straight down to my groin.

Then he shifted slightly and the bulge of his cock slipped between my thighs. I swallowed hard. He had morning wood, more like morning rock, and the head of his cock was pressing right against my pussy. I hadn’t put my wet panties back on, either, and I was pretty sure Colton had gone commando. His cock was so hard, it felt like it was going to rip straight through the thin army pants we wore and surge right up inside me—

I had to struggle not to pant, again. Colton wasn’t the only one afflicted by morning hormones. My mind was racing but my body was still in a treacly, horny, fog. Part of me just wanted to mash myself against that big, hard body, rub my softness against him until he came awake, grabbed me and pounded me into the ground.

There was something else, too. When I’d first woken, my back had been deliciously warm but my front had been chilly. Now my front was pressed tight against him and my back was still glowing and protected by his arm around me and I felt so safe and snug...I didn’t want to move. I gently craned my head back and looked up at him. In sleep, his face had lost its scowl. He looked peaceful, almost childlike. What would it be like, to feel so secure and carefree?

Then I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and told myself not to be so stupid. I rolled onto my stomach and slid...and this time, I managed to slip out from under his arm without him grabbing me again.

I lay there for a second panting, then quickly rolled over and started untying my ankles. The clouds were lighting up in shades of rose and gold and a line of viciously bright sunlight was slowly advancing across the clearing. I had to be gone before it hit Colton.

The last knot came free and I pulled the rope off my ankles, then climbed silently to my feet. I took one step away from him before the voice of my old instructor in my head pulled me up short.

You should kill him.

I balked and looked down at the sleeping Colton. Yes, technically, I should kill him. When he woke, he’d chase after me. He was good, at least as good at catching me as I was at escaping. If he caught me this time, I might not get away again. The sensible thing would be to grab his knife and slit his throat. It was...what did the Americans call it? A no brainer.

A wave of nausea rose in me and I shook myself, cursing what they’d made me into. No. I wasn’t going to kill him.

But...I could slow him down a little.

I crouched down beside him for a moment and went to work. Then I crept to the edge of the clearing...and ran.

17

COLTON

I was down at the bottom of a deep, warm ocean, slumbering peacefully in the soft sand a world away from my troubles. I was dreaming a dream where this big lunk had found a sinuous, red-haired beauty and they were happy together.


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