Page 132 of Stormswept Colorado

“Okay.” Perhaps we could knock out more than one thing.

We gave each other hot, meaningful looks as we stripped. The moment we hit the spray, she was pulling me down to kiss me and reaching for my cock. She hitched one leg up, wrapping it around my hip. My fingers played between her legs. I had to bend way over given our height difference, but I wasn’t complaining.

Before Ayla, I’d rarely had sex. I hadn’t felt much need for it. Maybe because of the aftermath of my injuries, or maybe just that I was getting older. Even in my younger years I’d never had a high libido.

Yet with her, I’d been insatiable since our very first time together. Always wanting more of her. Any excuse to touch her, to watch her face light up with pleasure and then do filthy things to her with my cock. Ayla had called me a sex maniac before. With her, it was kinda true.

I couldn’t get enough.

And the thought of having a baby with her someday? Getting her pregnant with my child? My hips bucked, pushing my erection into her hand as I imagined it. I wanted that so badly.

A family with her. Everything with her.

After we both came, I lathered up and washed Ayla’s body, simply because I loved doing it. Then I washed myself while she shampooed her hair.

I dressed in my uniform. She pulled on jeans and the Silver Ridge PD hoodie she’d stolen from me yesterday. In the kitchen, the coffee machine gurgled, and I pulled some breakfast items from my fridge. The milk from a few days ago was still good. “Eggs and toast okay?”

“Sounds great. I’ll toast, you scramble.”

“Perfect.” I handed her the loaf of bread and pressed a quick kiss to her mouth.

She slotted two pieces into the toaster. “What’s your usual morning routine?”

I cracked eggs into a bowl. “I work out. Usually lifting weights at the gym near the station, but sometimes I do a yoga routine. There’s a channel Piper subscribed me to. It’s not my favorite, but?—”

“Chief Landry.” Ayla’s tone was accusatory. “How is this the first I’m hearing about this? You doyoga?”

“Is that so hard to believe?”

“It’s sexy, that’s what it is. I’m just imagining these big glutes up in the air.” She reached around to my ass and squeezed. “I love yoga.”

“Do you now.” I made sure the stove was on low, then backed her against the counter, one hand on either side of her. “I can think of a few poses I’d like to try with you.”

“Are you all bendy?”

“Not at all. I’m still a beginner, actually. How about you? Are you bendy?”

“I am. I’m pretty advanced when it comes to yoga, if I say so myself.” She lifted onto her toes to kiss me. “Also Pilates. I have to be in great shape to sing and move around for hours during my concerts. I can hold myself in someveryinteresting positions.”

A growl rumbled out of me. I pressed my body flush against hers. Could I be late to work? That had never happened before, but damn it was tempting.

I’d been serious about not wanting to be away from her. Eventhe eight-plus hours of my workday seemed daunting. For a workaholic like me, that was saying something.

“What have you done to me, Troublemaker?” I murmured between kisses.

My cell rang. The personal one, not work. So I was a little slow digging it out of my pocket.

“It’s my sister.”

“Answer it,” Ayla said. “I’ll keep working on breakfast. We need to get you out the door soon, Chief. Silver Ridge is counting on you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” I accepted the call. “Hey, Piper. How are you this morning?”

“Teller?”

Immediately, all my inner alarm bells clanged at the same time. Piper’s voice was shaking. Terrified.

“Tell me what happened.”

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