Page 73 of Stormswept Colorado

I had lovedwhen Teller trapped me in his arms. I’d never felt as safe as I did with him.

But the scandalous way he was staring at me in the mirror while he played with my nipples? Oh my… That was pretty great too.

I couldn’t remember ever being this turned on. As if that feeling of security amplified my arousal. I truly did trust him to do whatever he wanted to me.

Teller was so steady, so upright. A classic knight in shining armor. But he’d already shown me he could get filthy and dominant when he wanted to.

That was what I craved. Teller Landry, unleashed.

For now, I was losing my mind from how good this felt. Every tug on my nipples sent a jolt of liquid desire down into my belly and between my legs. I whimpered when he pinched them once more, then let go.

He worked the top of my dress down the rest of the way to my waist, helping me extract my arms from the stretchy sleeves.

“Stand up and take your panties off. Keep facing the mirror.” That demanding tone in his voice gave me excited chills.

I got up on shaky legs. Reached beneath my dress to grab theelastic of my lace panties and worked them down, shimmying them off. Given my job, I’d spent more time in front of mirrors than I’d ever wanted to, and I knew all my different expressions. The fake ones and the sincere ones.

But the sheerwantI saw in my face right now. The open hunger. That was new.

Also, I didn’t usually stand in front of mirrors with nipples deeply pinked from being touched, wearing half a dress and nothing else. Teller’s words caressed my spine and slid under my skin.

You are so fucking beautiful.

How many people had said similar things to me in my life? How many men? Whether I’d welcomed the attention or not.

None of them,ever, had said it the way he did. None of them had really made me feel it. Not like this.

I heard the rustling of fabric. A belt buckle. A zipper going down and the slide of more fabric on skin. I started to turn, and Teller playfully pinched my butt cheek through my dress. “Don’t turn around.”

“I want to see you.”

His shoulders were broad enough behind me that I could see he’d taken his shirt and undershirt off. His pants were still on, but I assumed he’d pushed them down to his thighs. I couldn’t wait to eat him up with my eyes. Touch him and kiss him everywhere. Every scar his history had left on him.

“You will. Soon enough.” He reached for my hips and guided me backward. “Sit on my lap again. On your knees.”

I did as he asked, a knee finding the couch cushion to one side of him, then the other. It was a little awkward moving backward like that, watching myself in the mirror instead of facing him, but Teller’s hands added silent instruction to his verbal ones.

This was fun. Not knowing what he had in mind, but putting myself fully in his hands.

He pushed up my skirt to expose my bottom, though thefabric stayed down in front. Tugged my hips until I was resting fully in his lap.

I gasped when I felt his hot, hard, bare cock on my pussy. Not starting to push inside me, but under me and positioned up against me and between my legs. “Oh, Teller,” I moaned.

His arms pinned mine at my sides, his hands splaying flat on my chest and belly.

I felt his warm skin on my back. The bulk of his muscles.

Then he shifted beneath me a little, and the smooth length of his erection slid against all my sensitive parts. I moaned.

“Good?” he rasped.

“So good,” I breathed. “Oh my God.”

Teller kissed the side of my face and my neck. He rocked his hips in a soothing rhythm, not moving all that much, yet I felt every subtle motion so intensely. I was sitting in his lap, my breasts exposed in front of a full-length mirror as he held me against him. Yet everything else was hidden beneath my dress, and somehow that made it even hotter.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I leaned forward enough that my clit got even better contact.

Oh, that angle. Wow.

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