Chapter 5

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 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, my body turning to liquid instantly, and I struggle not to close my eyes and get lost in how it feels. He can ignite a fire with a touch, and I have to bite my lip to curb the moan 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. He is always a gentle lover, always cautious, even if he seems to be taking control.

“Let me sleep with you 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 is right in my ear as he grinds against me, pressure deepening the fingers he has inside me and sending my body heat through the roof.

From fire to a 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 heart’s content… We both know I like it when you get feisty.” He slides his hand from between us, much to my clear disappointment, which gets me another smug smile. He knows I am his for the taking and is now luxuriating in his power 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… He’s too alluring, and now my body is vibrating for sex, and I want to stop talking and get to it. I can never stay mad for long.

“Anything else?” He grins, knowing he has me right where he wants me. Now I am half nakedly wrapped around him, 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 very attracted to me at 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 and 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, 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.