Page 27 of Stormswept Colorado (Hart County #3)

TWENTY-FIVE

Ayla

I had loved when 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 the elastic 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 sheer want I 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 the fabric 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.

His grip on my upper body loosened. “That’s it. Rub yourself on me. Get yourself wet and ready to take me.”

I rested my palms on his knees and undulated my hips wantonly, rubbing myself on his cock. My clit throbbed. The flared edge of his tip caught against that bundle of nerves, and I cried out. The sound I made was almost feral.

“Look at you. You’re desperate for this, aren’t you?”

“Need you inside me.”

“Do we need protection?”

“No. Just need you . Please.”

He put a hand on my hip to steady me. I felt his thick tip notch at my opening. But he didn’t push all the way into me, his grip keeping me from moving, and that sensation of not-quite-full threatened to drive me crazy. “ Please ,” I begged .

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Look at me. Not the mirror. At me.”

I turned my head. He was so close, his bright gaze hypnotic. So real. His free hand grabbed my chin. Slowly, he pulled me down onto his shaft as he kissed me.

He fed his tongue and his cock into me at the same time.

“Good?” he rasped.

I made an agreeable sound. All I could manage.

When I was fully seated against his thighs and so perfectly stretched with him inside me, his arms held me tight again as he kept up those deep kisses. I sucked on his tongue.

The taste and scent and feel of him was everywhere. My whole world, at least for a little while. While we were here together like this, connected, sharing what we could give each other.

I tried to rock against him for more friction, but he kept me still.

“I’m not going to rush this,” he said against my lips. “You feel spectacular on my dick, Troublemaker. So snug and hot. You have no idea.”

“So Chief Landry is a secret dirty talker. Never would’ve guessed.”

“All your fault. I can’t control myself around you.”

“Good thing I can take it.”

“Yeah? You can take it?” His hips pulled back, his cock withdrawing by an inch before he thrust back into me. Not as much movement as I wanted, but still enough to make me moan.

“Teller, please .”

“You want me to use your body however I like? Make us both feel incredible?”

“Mmmm.” That wasn’t even coherent, but the message got through. He started to lift and lower me. I rested my hands on his knees again, finding that angle I liked.

He bounced me on his lap. I looked shameless in the mirror.

I looked like a woman taking a muscular man’s big cock and loving it .

With a wild groan, Teller pulled out of me and tipped me over onto the couch.

I landed on my hands and knees on the cushion.

The movement was so sudden, I barely registered him kicking off his pants and boxer briefs the rest of the way.

He shoved my dress up to my waist, then sank his cock back inside of me from behind.

Now the view in the mirror was so much more explicit.

His slick erection moving in and out of me. He had one leg bent, knee on the couch behind me. His other foot flat on the floor. His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips as he pumped into me. The muscles in his chest and stomach and his thighs flexing with every thrust.

I lowered to my elbows. Surrendered to the moment. To him .

An orgasm hit me fast, shocking a cry out of me. Teller grunted a curse. “Hot damn, Ayla, you’re gripping me tight. I can’t hold back.”

His fingers squeezed my hips, and I felt the hot pulse of his release inside me as shudders of pleasure kept racking my body. Extending my climax. He thrust languidly a few more times.

Then Teller collapsed onto the carpeted floor, pulling me down on top of him. We were a pile of half discarded clothes, shaking limbs. “Didn’t want to make a mess of the hotel couch,” he panted.

I giggled. “Very responsible.”

“Somebody around here has to be.”

We both dissolved into laughter. I burrowed against his broad chest, and he held me around the waist, and I never wanted to leave this spot.

Or at least…never leave this county.

I let myself think, for the first time, about staying in Silver Ridge. Really think about it instead of pushing that idea away like some forbidden fantasy. I imagined what it would be like.

Seeing my niece’s sweet face every day, hearing her laughter. Spending time with the O’Neal family, my family, and the friends I’d made in Hart County the last couple of years. Writing and recording music while surrounded by so much inspiration .

And maybe, seeing Teller more. Spending nights with him like this, tangled up in each other. Talking. Getting to know everything about each other. Kissing and laughing. Sinking into the warm, solid embrace of his arms. A restraint that somehow made me feel freer than I ever had.

Being happy .

But then I recalled what happened just a few days ago in Silver Ridge. A mob started a fight in the middle of Main Street and gave my friend a concussion. Emma and Ashford had to cancel their evening at Hearthstone Brewing because I would’ve caused too much of a scene.

The occasional visit worked out okay because I never stayed long. The town probably breathed a sigh of relief whenever I left. As chief of police, Teller had to feel the same. Could I really blame him for that?

It was his job to care for the whole town. I brought chaos. Trouble .

I didn’t belong here.

So I had to enjoy what little time I had in Hart County. If tonight was all I got to have with Teller, then I planned to savor it.