Touch of Amber: Hot Rods, Book 7 by Jayne Rylon Page B

she complied. “Keep them there unless I tell you otherwise.”
    Amber nodded, though her eyes were closed, preventing him from seeing into her soul.
    “You’ll look at me when we fool around like this, love,” he told her.
    Dark lashes fluttered then held as she struggled to do as he commanded.
    “Very good,” he whispered into her ear, nuzzling her as his hand continued its maddening massage through her clothes. “For being so brave, I think you deserve a reward.”
    Her uneven breaths and low whine made it clear how she struggled to stay silent. To please him. She was made for this kind of sensual play. For him. Everything he enjoyed about sex seemed a hundred times more pleasurable when he was doing it with her. The chase. Conquering. Granting pleasure.
    It would have been impossible for him to stop himself from giving her what she deserved then. With a flick of his hands, he unfastened the button on her jeans then drew down the zipper. His knuckles brushed the soaked triangle of her panties as he did.
    Humming his approval, he lifted his fingers to his face long enough to draw a deep breath and the scent of her inside him, memorizing it. Only then did he suck on his fingers, getting his first taste of her unique flavor.
    “Delicious,” he murmured.
    Amber slouched as pleasure overwhelmed her. He wrapped one arm around her, easily supporting her against his body as his other hand returned to her pants. Though the possibility of being discovered thrilled him, he didn’t dare risk leaving her unfulfilled.
    With less tact than she deserved, he tucked his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties, then began to trace the seam of her drenched pussy.
    “Gavyn!” she cried out at the first touch.
    He froze.
    “What did I tell you about staying quiet?” he asked, thrilled for the excuse to pinch her clit, hopefully sending a shockwave of blended pain and pleasure through her. The intense sensations caused her knees to wobble and more of her weight to rest on his supporting arm.
    “I will. Promise. Just don’t stop,” she begged, completely lost in the moment.
    “You’re still talking.” He gave her his wicked grin, loving how she melted against him.
    She bit her lip to keep quiet, spreading her legs wider and pressing herself into his palm. The physical request was even more alluring than her pleas had been.
    Gavyn growled, dropping his forehead to hers as he continued where he’d left off. This time he used his middle finger to part her labia, then inserted it in one fluid glide that left his thumb perfectly positioned to rub her engorged clit.
    By the time he’d added a second finger to her tight sheath and began to press forward in syncopated pulses while circling the bundle of nerves with the pad of his thumb, she’d begun to quake in his hold.
    “Never imagined you’d be getting off with a near stranger where anyone could find you, did you, Amber?” He spoke so softly he could hardly hear himself. Still, he couldn’t help stimulating her mind as much as her body. Maybe more.
    She shook her head, as if refusing to risk him stopping if she uttered the admission.
    “Good girl.” Gavyn reclaimed her mouth as he thrust his steely cock against her hip. Too much rutting on her and he’d embarrass himself. No, he was saving that for when he was finally inside her. Her mouth or her pussy—hell, her tight ass for that matter—he didn’t much mind where. “Sometimes it pays to break the rules.”
    The rings of muscle along her channel were clamping on his fingers as he scissored them within her now. She was so responsive. So smoking, he almost didn’t want it to end. Neither would he torture her when she’d been audacious enough to experiment with him.
    So he nestled closer to her, pinning her tighter to the post behind her as he impressed himself on every part of her he could reach. “Let me see how gorgeous you are when you come apart. Will you do that for me, Amber?”
    Her mouth dropped open on