Page 76 of Stormswept Colorado

My chest rumbled with a growl as I hooked her waist, walking her into the shower through the open glass door. The air inside was already steaming up. “What did I say about mentioning other men?”

She bit her lower lip. “But it’s so fun to watch you react.”

“I’ll just have to make you forget about anyone else.”

“How will you do that?”

The water was nice and warm. I angled the shower head lower, so it would be the right height to hit her body, then nudged her forward into the spray. I stood directly behind her, hand on her stomach to hold her naked body to mine.

“By taking extra good care of you. You’re not lifting a finger the rest of tonight.”

Pumping some shampoo into my palm, I worked suds into her hair. Scrubbed my fingertips into her scalp. Ayla moaned and let her head fall back into my hands.

This woman was incredibly responsive to my touch, and that just urged me on.

She’d been the same a few minutes ago on the couch. Grinding herself on my cock before I was even inside her. Thathad been the sexiest experience of my life, watching her features contort with sheer pleasure in the mirror.

I probably could’ve come from that alone. And it had been decades since I’d had a hair trigger.

Then pushing my cock into her tight heat, taking control of her exactly the way we both wanted. I liked the idea of making her forget any man but me. Yet Ayla had already wiped every past sexual partner from my memory. A supernova blotting out the other stars from the sky.

No one could compare to her. And probably, no one else ever would.

I spun her and rinsed the shampoo from her hair, careful to keep the suds from her face. Her long hair hung like a waterfall down her back. Next was conditioner, which I rubbed into the ends, followed by another scalp massage since she’d liked the first one so much.

I wrapped the long tail of her hair around my fist and tugged gently. Her lips opened on a groan.

She kept making sounds of pleasure as I washed her body. Especially when I delved between her legs. The haze of steam and arousal in the shower almost reminded me of the backseat of my SUV, except we were both naked and soaking wet.

I stroked her clit until she pushed my hand away. “No, it’s your turn now. I’ll wash you.”

“I’m supposed to be doing all the work. You’re supposed to relax.”

Her wet lashes fluttered. “Please, Teller? I want to.”

I held her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Okay, sexy thing. I can’t say no to you.”

She snorted. “You say no to me all the time.”

“Well, I’m notnow.”

Ayla lathered body wash in her hands and smoothed them over my skin. I kept in shape and had a flat stomach, but I hadn’t boasted a six-pack since my Army days. Ayla didn’t seem to mind.Her eyelids were heavy, and she kept whimpering the way she’d done whenIwas the one doing the touching.

“You’re so sexy,” she murmured. She hadn’t even gotten to my cock, but it started to fill.

Then her fingertips moved over the twisted web of scars on my right side. Worst around my shoulder, trailing in silvery lines up my neck and face, down along my ribcage and across my pec.

I wasn’t self-conscious about them. Yet I hadn’t been with many women since the injuries. Some people could be weird about that kind of thing, either disgusted or a littletoointerested.

Ayla was neither. She touched my scars the way she did the rest of me. Like I turned her the hell on.

I wasn’t used to standing around and being admired. Wasn’t all that bad.

I wasn’t expecting the question she asked next. “Why aren’t you with anyone? A girlfriend or a wife. I have to think some lucky lady in Hart County would want to lock all this down.”

I smiled, but it faded when I considered my answer. “I was engaged once.”

Her green eyes lifted, flaring in surprise. “Really? To someone I’ve met before?”

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