Page 79 of Stormswept Colorado

Teller was over a decade older than me, but that man wasnotlacking in stamina. Or libido.

Since our epic shower, we’d been naked the rest of the night. We’d laughed and talked and kissed.

That had been the best night of my life. Even better than when I’d won a Grammy, or the nights I’d sung in front of a hundred thousand fans screaming for me. Because I’d shared the messy parts of myself with Teller, my imperfections, and he’d pulled me closer. Cared for me. Made me feel pleasure I’d thought was impossible.

When I opened the door and stepped into the bedroom, the bed was empty. “Teller?” I said.

Two strong arms swept me up from behind. “Who said you could leave the bed?” He kissed my neck. “I woke up and you were gone.”

I felt my smile slip. I would be gone for real soon, and we both knew it. “Nature called, and I didn’t need you to dig a path through the snow to find a bathroom.”

“Good thing. We’d both have frostbite if we were naked in that kind of weather.” My feet left the ground as Teller picked me up, tossing me slightly in the air, and carried me back to bed. “Stay here. I’ll take my turn in the bathroom.”

A few minutes later, we were under the covers, kissing and touching. Teller tasted like minty toothpaste, and his short dark-blond hair was disheveled.

He shifted us so I was flat on my back, and his heavy body stretched out on top of me. His hard cock nudged my hip, leaving my skin sticky with his arousal.

“You’re ready to goagain?” I asked.

“If you are.”

“You’re the one who’s trouble, not me. The people of Silver Ridge would be scandalized that their beloved Chief Landry is a sex maniac.”

“Can’t help it. You inspire me.” He kissed a line down between my breasts, and I felt his smile against my skin.

My breath caught. Teller inspired me too. I couldn’t get enough. An ache of longing built in my low abdomen, as if hehadn’t been inside of me just hours before. He rubbed his naked body over mine until I was panting and begging.

“Need you now,” I said.

“How bad do you need me?”

I groaned, my legs cinching around his hips. “I think it’s obvious.”

“No, I want to hear it. How bad do you need my cock?”

“Bad enough that if you keep making me wait, we might have a problem.”

“Uh oh. The diva’s getting demanding.” He laughed joyously. I loved that sound, especially because I’d heard him laugh so rarely before this weekend. I suspected that Teller almost never let himself fully relax.

But he was now. He sprawled out beside me on the mattress. “Here I am. Your turn to do whatever you want.”

I licked my lips, admiring him some more. Long limbs, thick muscle. And his perfect cock lying on his stomach, hard and straining. We’d both lost any remaining inhibitions at some point during the night.

I swung my leg over him to straddle his hips, my palms going to his pecs to brush over his chest hair. His nipples peaked as I used my thumbs to play with them.

Teller moaned, and his gaze raked over my body. His hands went to my thighs, his fingers gripping me. “Fuck, Ayla. Still can’t get over how incredible you are.”

A lump suddenly formed in my throat.How can this be ending when it’s just barely begun?

“Wanna watch you ride my cock,” he growled out.

I lifted up. Teller gripped his shaft, and I lowered myself onto him. He filled me inch by inch. The stretch had taken me by surprise every time since last night. Now was no different. I was a little sore, but that faded quickly.

When I was all the way down, I rocked my hips with him inside me. Moving nice and slow.

I couldn’t rush this. It might be our last time.

This man had me in a trance. On a knife’s edge of pleasure that just kept building. His eyes locked on mine like he didn’t want to miss one single second, while his hands explored my skin like there was so much of me he still needed to discover.

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