Page 72 of Stormswept Colorado

Fury gathered in my chest as I remembered what she’d told me about the colonel. How he’d made her sit alone in the basement as a kid and berated her through the door. How screwed up was that? It made me sick that anyone had treated her that way, especially the man who should’ve cared for her the most.

Ayla moved so she was sitting on my lap, her back resting on my chest. She picked up my hands and crossed my arms over her body.

“I like whenyoucage me in though. I like…” Her voice faltered. Dropped low, like she was shy about saying this. “It feels completely different with you.”

I pushed my face against her hair. Tightened my grip on her. Ayla turned her head, and I kissed her a few times, slow and deep. Sucked on her lips while I squeezed my arms around her, feeling her sigh. Ayla relaxed against me, as if all the remaining tension was leaving her.

“When I get home to LA, I’ll give you the details on my security setup,” she murmured. “If you want. And if there’s a response to my email, I’ll send it to you and River.”

“Thanks. I’m relieved to know that. I just want to help. But for the rest of tonight, I’d rather not hear any other man’s name on your lips.”

She nodded languidly. “Yes, Teller.”

I growled again. “It gets me so hot when you say my name like that. You’re taking full advantage, aren’t you?”

Her lips quirked. She definitely knew.

The lights in her hotel room were low. Just a couple of lamps switched on in this room.

Then I glanced up and realized we were perfectly centered in the large mirror across from us on the wall. How had I not noticed that before? Probably because I’d been entirely consumed with the woman on my lap. Making sure she was okay after the fresh reminders of her stalker. But she didn’t have to stress about that anymore. Not tonight, not with me.

The mirror gave me a new view of her. Ofus. My cock jerked, and she must’ve felt it, because she squirmed in my lap.

Ayla’s eyes found mine in the mirror and widened slightly, like she’d just noticed the view as well. My arms were crossed over her like bonds, pinning her arms down. She looked small and precious. Stunning in that green dress that perfectly matched her irises.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I said. “I don’t mean just on the surface. I mean every part of you. You’re the most breathtaking woman. It blows my mind that you’re here with me right now.”

“This is exactly where I want to be.”

I kept one arm cinched over her, but with the other, I trailed my fingers over her stomach and up between her breasts. The fabric of her dress was thin enough that I felt her soft skin beneath. The wild beat of her heart against her ribcage.

“When we were stuck in the storm, you said I could do anything I wanted to you. Is that still true?”

Her cleavage lifted as she inhaled. “Yes. Please, Teller.”

I cupped my hand over her breast. It seemed like her dress had a built-in bra of some kind, because there wasn’t anything else beneath. Just the sweet give of her body under my palm.

Using one finger, I tugged the scooped neckline down, exposing her breast. The nipple was already beaded, and I flicked it gently with my thumb. Playing with the rosy nub.

“Yes.” Her head fell back against my shoulder, her spine arching. I dipped to kiss her neck.

My touch turned rougher as I tugged her neckline further. The fabric slipped down both shoulders. Both her breasts werenaked now, lifting and falling and swaying slightly with her heavy breathing.

My gaze stayed fixed on us in the mirror. She was beyond gorgeous. A sensual work of art.

My cock protested at the restrictive confines of my pants, but this was going to be worth the wait.

I used both my thumbs to rub circles over her pink nipples. She turned her head again, seeking out my mouth and kissing me back with passionate fervor. When I tugged her peaks between my fingers, she gasped and looked at the mirror again. Her lips parted, expression dazed.

“We look amazing, don’t we?” I asked.

Her reflection smiled. “Want me to put on a show for you? Is that what you want?”

I dragged my nose across her temple, inhaling her honeyed scent. “You are incredibly good at that. But you don’t have to perform for me, Troublemaker. You’ve got all my attention already. This is a duet, and it’s for you as much as it’s for me.”

TWENTY-FIVE

Ayla

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