Page 118 of Stormswept Colorado

I eased down her pants. She stepped out of them. I lifted her loose top and reached up to help her pull it off. With more of her skin uncovered, I pressed kisses to her belly, thighs. Ran my hands over her. Ayla held on to my shoulders and whimpered, but it was a sound of contentment.

When I unhooked her bra, then tugged her panties down her hips, my touch was more caring than sexual. I mean, my cock was rigid against the fly of my jeans. Uncomfortably constricted. But this was about Ayla. Showing my love while expecting nothing in return.

Another kiss to her stomach. “I love you,” I murmured against her skin. She stroked my hair and shivered. “You’re mine, sweetheart. I take care of what’s mine.”

Standing, I picked her up and set her in the warm water of the tub. Ayla relaxed immediately, eyes sinking closed. I switched off the faucets. Had her lie back to wet her hair, then grabbed a bottle of shampoo. She moaned softly as I massaged suds into her scalp.

Caring for her this way was an indulgence for me too. Watching the open, unguarded expression on her face. How beautifully she responded to me.

After washing her body and rinsing her clean, I helped her out of the tub. Wrapped her in a big, fluffy towel. We both brushed our teeth to get ready for bed.

Then I carried her to the bedroom, set her on the edge of the mattress, and switched on a bedside lamp. Ayla seemed more tired and quiet than usual, which made sense. Her confession had taken a lot out of her. I just hoped she was taking comfort from me.

“Which drawer are your pajamas in?” I asked. “I’d better get you dressed and under the covers.”

“Wait.” Ayla pushed the towel from her shoulders, letting it pool around her hips. Revealing her gorgeous curves. “I want to feel you.”

Arousal flooded my veins. My cock swelled again. “You’re tired. We have all weekend.”

“No, I need this.” She brought her hand to my bare chest, palm flat over my beating heart. “Teller, would you make love to me?”

Fuck. I unbuttoned my jeans. Pushed them off with my boxer briefs, my cock long and thick, my desire for her so clear to see.

Ayla lay back on the bed, knees parted.

“I’ll make you feel me,” I murmured gently, my tone blunting the force of my words. My fist closed around my shaft and gave it a few strokes, my thumb teasing over the head as I crawled onto the mattress and between her open legs. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making love to you, if you want me.”

Then I covered Ayla’s naked body with mine and slanted my mouth onto hers with a deep kiss.

In that Hartley hotel room, weeks and weeks ago, we’d been wild together. The sex we’d had that weekend had been the best of my life. Today was different.

And somehow, even better.

We touched each other for ages. Until neither of us could wait any longer. She gasped as my cock stretched her. Ayla’s legs gripped my waist, and her arms clung to me as I circled her with mine and held her as tightly as I could.

We were a tangle of limbs and sweaty skin, our edges blurring. No beginning and no end.

Just shared heat. Movement. Pleasure.

I wanted this to last. The two of us locked together, holding back the rest of the world.

I lifted onto my hands, arms straight, so I could stare down at her. Watch my hips thrusting, our bodies linked in such perfect harmony. “You ready to come for me?”

The pointed tips of her nails raked down my back. “I’m so close.Please. I—I need?—”

“I know. I’ve got you.” I held her thighs beneath her knees,pushing her legs up to her chest as my cock glided in and out of her.

Hell, that was tight. Her damp hair splayed over her pillow, drying into blond curls. Her eyes were hooded, lips plump and pink from our kisses. She stretched her arms over her head to brace against the headboard.

“My good, sweet little Troublemaker,” I whispered.

The way she gave herself to me was so beautiful.

But this union, the wholeness that I felt with Ayla, like we were two incomplete pieces that were meant to fit together—that was even more incredible.

Her mouth opened on a cry of ecstasy. Her body clenched on my cock. Tingles raked down my spine.

My orgasm moved through me like a strike of lightning. Sudden and hot, then washing over me like rolls of thunder. I pumped my love into Ayla. Marking her as mine. No one else’s.

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