CHAPTER553
“Pretty sure you are.” I answer flatly, eyes closing against my will as he trails kisses over my skin and molds a little more firmly to my body, pushing my hair aside gently. His other hand slides up to start unzipping my dress slowly, seductively. I know I need to be firmer and tell him to back off, but the weak little wimp in me who crumbles at Arry’s every touch is too busy turning me into a bowl of Jell-O. My breathing is already hitching in anticipation for the pleasure I know he can bring me, and my stubborn side is already thinking of taking my underwear off.
Damn him. Sophie get a spine.
“Want to make a bet that I get in that bed with you before the sun goes down?” That sexy husky tone, right in my ear, extracting goosebumps. The zipper already below waist level and I hadn’t even felt it go down. I open my eyes and give a little squeak when he slides his hand up my dress and connects in the one place, he knows is all his, rather skillfully.
Almost got some stealth ninja moves of seduction going on; cheeky little man whore of mine.
I slap his hand away by connecting with his arm and throw him back a look that’s meant to tell him off, but he just grins. Amused, unaffected and smug because he knows he’s got me right where he wants me. Moving into this room only made getting me into bed a whole lot easier.
“Unfair. Enjoy your couch for that.” I pull away and try like crazy to reach the zip on my dress, but Arry is relentless. Hooking me with his arm and pulling me around so I’m face to face before he plants a hard kiss on my lips. His hand is fast, and he has me in a flash, up in a show of strength and speed, and flat on my back on the bed. I let out a muffled gasp with how effortlessly he got me here, startled into giggling at that devilish maneuver.
He’s on top of me with a hand planted firmly between my thighs in the blink of an eye, looking pretty darn pleased with himself.
I know this is futile, I know my weakness for him runs deep and already I’m sliding my legs apart to give him full access, despite my mental protests. Sensual longing coursing through me with the intimacy of this position.
“I prefer it here… Then the couch, maybe explore other areas of our new pad too. Pretty sure either place will have you sleeping next to me though, after I’m done with you.” He kisses me softly, wickedly confident in his sexual prowess and I don’t refuse. Hating myself for being so pathetic, but at the same time, how can I ever turn down all the hotness of the single sexiest man I have ever known.
All hard muscle and tattoos and a face that makes me go to goo. His kiss alone has me surrendering my soul and I open my mouth, so he can slide his tongue against mine, bringing me to complete control with the way he only can make love to my mouth. Arry is working his fingers under the edge of my underwear and I exhale slowly, urging him to keep going even as I pull away and frown at him sternly.
“Sex isn’t the answer to every time you’re a jerk.” I point out breathlessly. Although while I’m saying it, I’m curling myself around him, tilting my head so his lips graze mine more intimately, allowing him to move against me snugly and turn me on effortlessly. He still feels like he was made to fit me perfectly and every time we connect in this way it only highlights it. We are matched in every way and sex has never been anything but mind blowing with him.
“Maybe not, but it works… And we’re good at it.” He smiles at me cheekily, dipping to graze my mouth with his. Hands have found their reward and I gasp as he moves across my warmth gently, trailing strong fingertips softly across my skin under the fabric of my panties. I exhale, body turning to liquid instantly and struggle to not close my eyes and get lost in how it feels. He can ignite fire with a touch, and I have to bite my lip to curb the moan resting in my throat.
“I’m redoing the rooms I hate.” I breathe out, groaning slightly as his finger probes me gently, carefully edging into me, testing to see if I am ready. Always a gentle lover, always cautious, even if he seems to be taking control.
“Let me sleep with you in here, and it’s a deal.” Those perfect pretty eyes lock on mine, pupils dilated and brows low as he puts everything into looking at me like he wants to peel my clothes off with his teeth. My stomach tingles in anticipation and I know I’ve lost; no one makes me feel as beautiful and sexy as he does with just a look. Arry is my ultimate Achilles heel. I love him so much it’s not normal, and he knows it.
“We’ll see… Not sure I’ve forgiven you enough.” I turn my head as he dips for another kiss, giggling as he goes for my neck instead, sucking and nibbling me softly. Closing my eyes to savor what his mouth does to me when he pushes his hand further against me, his finger deepening so that I arch under his body and moan softly with the pleasure that shoots through me.
God my boyfriend has skills with his hands.
“Pretty sure I know how to win you round, baby. Guess we won’t be exploring France tonight.” He moves his nibbles to my jaw, trailing across until he leans over to get to my face and kisses me again, passionately. Guiding my face back to him with just a kiss, parting my lips and tracing my tongue with his once more. Pulling back to scatter more soft fluttering kisses across my cheek and towards my ear.
“Hmmm. Don’t think you can win me round with just sex!” I’m aiming for protest and just sound pleading.
“We don’t have just sex, baby. I like to think we have some acrobatic bedtime fun, and then some.” Husky confidence, right in my ear as he grinds against me, pressure deepening the fingers he has inside of me and sends my body heat through the roof.
From fire to volcano in less than thirty seconds.
“You know what I mean!” I pant… Trying to sound exasperated and instead sound wanton and needy.
“You can redecorate, spend a shit load of money and punish me to your hearts content… We both know I like it when you get feisty.” He slides his hand from between us, much to my clear disappointment and that gets me another smug smile. He knows I am his for the taking and he is now luxuriating in the power he has over me. He pushes up on his arms to lock me in the eye for a second, bringing his lust filled gaze to mine with an expression of sheer confidence that should infuriate me, but I am too lost in this.
“Why are you so weird?” I poke him in the dimple, smiling at its prominence and cuteness, even when he looks crazily screwable.
God, he has me so horny now.
“I have to be, to be the perfect fit for you… No normal guy would keep up with you, Sophabelle.” He winks and I eyeroll.
“You owe me a day of sightseeing our new city, lots of gifts, and maybe dinner somewhere pretty.” I sigh in defeat, knowing fine well when it comes to Arry… I can never stay mad for long. He’s too alluring and now my body is vibrating for sex and I want to stop talking and get to it.
“Anything else?” He grins, knowing he has me right where he wants me. Now I am half nakedly wrapped around him and practically urging him to hurry up and have his wicked way with me.
“An orgasm or two, if you are up to the task.” I screw up my nose at him, suppressing a grin as he smiles wider. Definitely smug about his influence over me.
Asshole.
“When am I not?” He winks again and that earns him his second eyeroll.
“Stop being such an ass… Arrogance is not an attractive trait you know.” I furrow my brow right back at him and only get a know it all look and still that infuriating smile that showcases his Hollywood white straight teeth.
“Yet here we are, with your legs around my waist and clearly very attracted to me in this moment.” He bumps his groin into me to emphasize the point and gets a little laugh yelp in response and a soft slap to his shoulder.
“You’re lame and you’re an asshole.” I giggle, knowing fine well it’s true.
“And you’re a Diva and a Princess.” He sparks back with a cute frown that would make anyone forgive any of his misdemeanors. I sigh at the pointlessness of fighting this any longer. My underwear is ready to melt off and if I delay sexual gratification then my body may self-implode. He definitely got that good Carrero DNA when it comes to making women turn into sex mad insatiable freaks.
“Shut up and kiss me!” Every part of me gives up as I slide my arms around his neck, ready to get jiggy with it and let him do what he does best. Keeping me happy between the sheets for the next few hours until sleep overtakes us."
