Page 78 of Stormswept Colorado

“Unbelievable.”

“It’s about to get a lot better. I need to taste you.”

“Doesn’t the tile hurt your knees?”

I smirked up at her. “I can take it.”

She laughed, since I was just repeating what she’d said to me earlier. And take me, she had. She’d taken me so well.

Laughter turned to moans when I leaned forward and teased the tip of my tongue at her clit. Circlingand flicking.

I drew my lips together and kissed her most intimate places, licking and sucking. Coating my taste buds with her sweetness. Oh fuck, that was good.

My daily life as a Green Beret, and later as police chief, had always been about keeping my cool. Staying in control, even if the world spun out around me. But Ayla made me lose it.

She made me feel like abeast.

I grabbed her other leg, draping it over my shoulder, my hands cradling her behind to hold her up. She cried out in surprise.

Ayla was braced against the shower wall and held entirely in my grip while my tongue pushed inside of her over and over. My cock was so hard it could’ve been forged out of steel.

“Teller, I’m going to…Oh, that feels…”

My tongue and lips kept working until she was trembling and moaning so loud her voice echoed on the tile. When her seemingly endless orgasm finally stopped, I carefully lowered her legs so her feet could touch the shower floor.

She didn’t stay standing, though, sinking down along the wall. I sat back against my heels. My erection jutted out, aching and throbbing for some attention. And that was exactly where her gaze fell.

Ayla’s hand tried to close around my shaft. I covered her grip with mine. Together, we stroked.

“Faster,” I grunted, showing her how I liked it. I was already so damn close.

I groaned as I came hard enough to make my vision white out, my release spilling over our hands and her stomach.

My shoulders sagged, and my palm smacked against the tile as I caught my weight against it.

That had been…ungh.

“We’ll have to clean each other up again,” I said. “Whoops.”

She looked up at me through her lashes and grinned.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Ayla

Sunlight hit my eyelids.Whimpering, I rolled over and met a solid expanse of warm, smooth skin and thick muscle. I draped an arm and leg over him, snuggling in. The last thing I wanted to do was check a clock and find out what time it was.

The previous time I’d done that, my phone had said four in the morning. Teller and I had stayed up almost all night. It had beensoworth it.

But I had a flight scheduled at midday, and I didn’t want to leave this bed.

Then again, did I really want to sleep away the remaining hours I had in Colorado?

Yawning, I blinked my eyes open. Teller’s handsome face was smushed against the pillow, and he was still out cold. I decided to take the opportunity to sneak over to the bathroom.

Carefully pulling away from him, I scooted across the mattress and pushed back the covers to get up.

In the bathroom, I freshened up. Combing through my hair with my fingers, brushing my teeth, and taking care of business. My body was worn out in the very best way.

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