Tryst by Cambria Hebert Page B

the soft strands of his hair brushed against the injury. It was enough to break through the haze of passion and caused me to suck in a breath.
    “Easy,” he said against my lips, standing up and pulling me along with him. He was so tall he towered over me , the height difference between us staggering. I only came to his chest, and as we stood, I had to crane my head back to look up at him.
    Very carefully, Gavin reached up and took my hand from his hair. He brought it down so my arm rested against his shoulder. “Probably shouldn’t move that too much,” he said, allowing his fingers to lightly trail down my arm to the underside of my armpit and then down along the side of my breast. I bit my lip to keep from sighing with pleasure.
    “I want to touch you,” I said brazenly.
    He smiled smugly as he bent at the knees to lower himself down a little closer to my level. “Good thing you’ve got two hands.”
    His lips claimed mine again and our tongues melted together l ike an ice cream sundae on a summer day. Even melted, it tasted damn good.
    My uninjured arm traveled down and my fingers played with the edges of his shorts. Dipping my fingertips beneath the damp fabric , I scraped my nails over the side of his hip and he groaned. Both his arms swept around me, yanking me off my feet so I was completely plastered against his front. As he deepened the kiss, his hips tilted toward me.
    His need could not be denied. His thick, hard length pushed insistently against my lower abdomen, and the area beneath my bikini bottom began to throb. In one swift movement, Gavin tucked me beneath him, spreading out my body on the oversized couch like I was a buffet and he hadn’t eaten in a week. He lowered his body on top of mine, reaching around behind us to grab my leg and wrap it around his hip.
    From there , he lowered himself and I gasped. His rigid cock pressed exactly into my core. My knees started to shake and a fine tremor vibrated my body. He dry-humped me with finesse until my entire lower half trembled so badly I had trouble keeping my leg up around his hip. Oh God, the rhythm in which he moved was my body’s favorite song. With each thrust, he lingered a little bit longer so his entire considerable length rubbed against my engorged, needy clit.
    With a moan , my hands fell to my sides and I arched up off the couch, my head thrown back. Gavin’s mouth immediately fastened on one of my nipples and sucked with fortitude. My bathing suit and cover-up became wet from his ministrations.
    “Oh yes,” I purred, holding his head there just a little bit longer.
    His chuckle vibrated my flesh, and I groaned.
    “Do y ou like this?” he asked, pulling away to sit between my legs. His fingers held my cover-up.
    “Yes .”
    “Too bad,” he growled and ripped the fabric right off my body. “It’s in my way.”
    The string that tied the halter-top around my neck was quickly pulled, and he shoved the top down around my waist, completely baring my breasts.
    Without a second to spare , he took one in his hand, kneading the sides while diving back down and latching onto it with his lips. He used his teeth to pull at the nipple and his tongue to lap at the skin around it.
    I couldn’t hold still. I was like some kind of nervous virgin . My entire body shook like I was my own personal earthquake.
    Gavin looked up at me, his eyes dark navy pools, and smiled a wolfish smile.
    “More,” I demanded.
    He licked down my belly and used his teeth to pull the string on the side of my bathing suit bottom, tearing the fabric away and throwing it over the side of the couch. He pushed one of my legs over the back of the sofa and then pushed the other one so far open that my foot rested on the coffee table.
    “Stay open for me,” he growled and lowered his mouth.
    Oh. My. Goodness. His tongue had a master’s in vagina-ology. I’m pretty sure I embarrassed myself with the cries that came out of my mouth, but I scarcely heard them. His tongue