Page 99 of Starcrossed Colorado

“Just call me back,” I finished. That was all I could do for now.

No—there was something else I could do. Take care of Emma the way she deserved.

“Can I get you anything? Some tea?”

“Just you.” Emma tipped her head back, and I knew exactly what she wanted. I kissed her, slow and deep. Bending down, I put my arms around her hips and lifted her up.

“Want me to make you feel good?”

She shuddered against me. “Yes. Make me forget everything else.”

That, I could handle.

Emma’s bedroom was closer, so I carried her inside and quietly pushed the door closed with my foot. When I set her down, she reached for the hem of her shirt, but I stopped her hand. “Let me do it. Let me take care of you.”

With a shaky breath, she nodded.

I undressed her piece by piece. Pressed kisses to her exposed skin, and stroked her warm, smooth curves. Once she was down to her bra and panties, I pulled off my own shirt and opened the fly of my jeans to give my cock some more room. I was so hard that I was uncomfortable.

Sitting on her bed and scooting all the way back against the pillows, I patted my thigh. “Come here, baby.”

She crawled toward me, and when she was close enough I nudged her to turn and sit between my legs. Grabbing some lotion from the nightstand, I slicked my hands and started massaging her shoulders.

After kneading the muscles up and down her spine, I unhooked her bra and reached around to cup her breasts. Emma turned to kiss me.

We’d only been together a couple of weeks, yet intimacy with her was as easy as breathing.

She got onto her knees and faced me. Kissed her way down my stomach, and then her tongue darted out to lick the tip of my cock where it poked out of my fly. I clenched my teeth on a groan.

Suddenly, all I needed in the world was to be inside her. With our bodies connected, eyes locked. I couldn’t wait another second. I shoved my jeans and boxers down.

“Ride me.”

Emma pushed her panties over her hips, then worked them off and straddled my lap. She opened her mouth on the sweetest sigh as she sank onto my cock, enveloping me in her tight heat.

“That’s so good, baby,” I murmured in her ear, and she whimpered.

I held her by the waist and pumped myself inside of her. We kissed and kissed. Trying to draw this out, make it last.

But nothing, especially not the very best things, could last forever.

The next morning, Teller called with an update. Maisie was watching a show on my iPad in her bedroom, so Emma and I sat at the kitchen table and put him on speaker.

Teller got straight to the point. “We found the reporter who accosted Emma and Maisie yesterday. Guy was in an extended-stay motel outside town. I went myself along with one of Sheriff Douglas’s deputies. Had a word with the suspect.”

I put my hand over Emma’s on the table. “How long has he been there?”

“Off and on for a couple of months. Wouldn’t reveal any sources, but he admitted he’s fishing for info on Ayla Maxwell. Seemedveryconcerned about anyone scooping his story.”

“Who does he work for? TheHollywood Star Post?”

“No, claimed to be freelance.”

I cursed under my breath. “That means there’s more than one of them sniffing around. The person who was paying Sheldon to go through our trash was someone else.”

“Yep. I sent an officer to the Ponderosa Apartments to chat with Sheldon as well. We let him know that if he goes near you again, you might press charges for harassment. Sadly it’s difficult to convict someone of harassment or stalking, but I think in this case the warning will be enough.”

“And the freelance reporter?” I asked. “Did he agree to leave town?”

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