Accidental Tryst (Charleston #1)(75)

I exhaled and closed my eyes, drifting back to sleep.



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A weight settled on my side. Tuna always liked to perch there. Why? I had no idea. There was light behind my eyelids, and the sounds of a city waking up outside my window. Then I became aware of the heat at my back. It wasn't my cat, it was Trystan spooning me. I bit my lip as arousal spread through me, wondering if he was awake yet.

But then he inhaled against my hair and his body pulled me closer. "You smell so good," he whispered.

"Um, did you bring a broom handle to bed? Or are you happy to see me?"

I felt his body shake with laughter behind me, and he pressed his erection harder against my ass. "It's a broomstick. Yours. You can ride it if you want."

"Are you calling me a witch?" I said, outraged.

He flipped me onto my back.

I was greeted to the sight of “Morning Trystan,” gray-blue eyes crinkled with mirth and soft brown hair sticking up all over his head.

I caught my breath.

"Yes." He nodded, eyes on my mouth and settling his weight over me. The duvet and sheet were kind of trapped between us, but what little of his skin I could feel was warm and delicious. "You are a witch. There's no other explanation for why I am still in your bed."

"May as well take advantage of it though." I shrugged with a grin. "You know, since you're here."

He dropped his mouth to mine, and I quickly turned my head with a squeak. "Morning breath!"

"Mine or yours?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Mine, I think. I don't know."

"Give me your mouth, Emmy," he growled.

I turned my face back, and my gaze met his amused one. His eyes watched me until there were two of him, and his lips touched mine.

Wrapping my arms around his head, I closed my eyes and relaxed against his mouth, letting his lips coax mine open. His tongue dipped inside for a quick taste, and my body melted into a pool of heat. "Mmm," I moaned.

"Mmm, indeed." Trystan's mouth left mine and drifted hot wet kisses down my throat and down to my chest, pulling the comforter away as he went. My nipples stiffened and arousal thrummed low in my belly.

He leaned up and drifted his fingertips over the swell of my breasts. "You even have freckles here. I love seeing your skin in the daylight."

I scrunched my nose. I'd never been a big fan of my freckles, but the way Trystan looked at them hungrily and then swiped his tongue across my body like he could taste them, made me gasp and arch for more.

He continued his downward journey, shoving the comforter away as he went, until I was greeted with the shocking sight of all our bare skin draped diagonally across the bed, his tanned against my fair, both contrasted against the white sheets. He settled between my thighs, shoulder nudging my thighs open. I covered my eyes, feeling embarrassed, but I didn't move.

"Couldn't stop thinking about getting back down here," he murmured and kissed one inner thigh followed by the other, his hot breath trailing across me and causing my lower body to jerk and a sound of need to escape from my throat. "Thought about it falling asleep." Kiss. "First thing I thought about when I woke up."

He repeated the action, his breath closer to my wet and needy center.

"Are you teasing me?" I dropped my hand away from my eyes, and I caught his gaze.

"Maybe." His eyebrow was raised cheekily.

Then his hot tongue gave a long lick up the center of me and I gasped loudly in relief, pushing my hips up. "Yes."

Trystan groaned, and his tongue returned. And returned. Long slow delicious swipes until they weren't enough.

Writhing against his mouth and clutching his hair, I hung on as Trystan responded to every one of my needy whimpers, speeding up, slowing down, increasing pressure, slipping fingers inside of me, shocking me at times, and finally succeeding in bringing me crashing to orgasm.

"Holy shit," I finally managed, trying to catch my breath. But no sooner had I spoken than Trystan was crawling up my body. His hard erection brushed against my leg, leaving a thin trail of wetness.

His eyes were wild and feverish as he looked down at me, holding himself up on his arms.

My hands had a life of their own, reaching up and threading through his soft hair. His eyes flickered as I grazed my nails over his scalp. Then I wrapped my legs around his waist and urged him inside of me.

He thrust into me in one strong smooth stroke. "Oh, God," he moaned to match my gasp. "Jesus, Emmy."

Pulling his head down to me, I devoured his mouth with kisses. His lower body thrust and arched and filled me. His weight on me felt incredible, I could die here.

Eventually we needed too much air to kiss, and I held on tight, my mouth at his ear, panting, urging, begging. Our skin slipped and slid together with the sweat of our exertion.

His breath in my ear felt decadent, delicious. It was laced with words and sounds of need and desire. His pelvic bone pressed hard against me as he moved, and before long, my body was tightening again, liquid fire racing along my veins and swirling in my center.

"Oh, oh my God." The tide of another orgasm was on me so suddenly, it took my words away.

And then Trystan, cursing as soon as my body spasmed, thrust hard once, twice, and came up on an arm, his head arching back.

"Oh shit, Emmy."