Page 75 of Stormswept Colorado

His fingers squeezed my hips, and I felt the hot pulse of his release inside me as shudders of pleasure kept racking my body. Extending my climax. He thrust languidly a few more times.

Then Teller collapsed onto the carpeted floor, pulling me down on top of him. We were a pile of half discarded clothes, shaking limbs. “Didn’t want to make a mess of the hotel couch,” he panted.

I giggled. “Very responsible.”

“Somebody around here has to be.”

We both dissolved into laughter. I burrowed against his broad chest, and he held me around the waist, and I never wanted to leave this spot.

Or at least…never leave this county.

I let myself think, for the first time, about staying in Silver Ridge. Really think about it instead of pushing that idea away like some forbidden fantasy. I imagined what it would be like.

Seeing my niece’s sweet face every day, hearing her laughter. Spending time with the O’Neal family,myfamily, and the friends I’d made in Hart County the last couple of years. Writing and recording music while surrounded by so much inspiration.

And maybe, seeing Teller more. Spending nights with him like this, tangled up in each other. Talking. Getting to know everything about each other. Kissing and laughing. Sinking into the warm, solid embrace of his arms. A restraint that somehow made me feel freer than I ever had.

Beinghappy.

But then I recalled what happened just a few days ago in Silver Ridge. A mob started a fight in the middle of Main Street and gave my friend a concussion. Emma and Ashford had to cancel their evening at Hearthstone Brewing because I would’ve caused too much of a scene.

The occasional visit worked out okay because I never stayed long. The town probably breathed a sigh of relief whenever I left. As chief of police, Teller had to feel the same. Could I really blame him for that?

It was his job to care for the whole town. I brought chaos.Trouble.

I didn’t belong here.

So I had to enjoy what little time I had in Hart County. If tonight was all I got to have with Teller, then I planned to savor it.

TWENTY-SIX

Teller

Eventually,I tapped my palm against Ayla’s naked butt cheek. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.”

It was late, and we were sweaty and sticky and sated. Her dress was still bunched around her middle. I hoped it wasn’t ruined because she’d looked damn good in it. Those LA dry cleaning companies probably knew how to work magic.

She rolled off of me, and I admired that expression of relaxed bliss on her face.

And then I had to kiss her some more, since she was irresistible.

But finally, we made it into the hotel bathroom. Ayla stripped off her dress and tossed it through the doorway into the bedroom, while I switched on the water to let it warm up.

“I have to wash my makeup off,” she said, grabbing a bottle from her toiletry bag. Probably fancy stuff. “My hair iswild. Like I got mauled by some animal.”

“This animal enjoyed every second of it.”

“I did too.” She smirked at me in the mirror over the sink.

I braced a hand on the glass shower wall and watched her. Fully naked for the first time in front of me. Blond hair a messyhalo, miles of perfect skin. My cock felt heavy between my legs. Not firming up again so soon, but definitely interested.

Ayla dabbed her face with a towel, then walked toward me across the expanse of tile. Once she was close enough that I could touch her, I trailed my hands down her sides, following her curves, then back up to cup her ample breasts. At the same time, her eyes roved over me just as appreciatively.

Ayla reached around to squeeze my ass. “You really are big everywhere, aren’t you.”

I barked a laugh. “I assume that’s a compliment.”

“Very much so. I like how you’re so much bigger than me. All this muscle. The guys I’ve been with before weren’t this…substantial. Some of them were leaner and prettier thanme. But that’s LA for you.”

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