Page 45 of The Charmer
“I need you,” she whispered, proving how much by sliding a hand between them and cupping his cock.
Cooper tensed, muttered a very sexy curse that she had every intention of doing to him, and pulled away, his stare so searing that desire shot through her veins, her nipples pebbled, and a heaviness settled in her core.
“I need you now.”
He hovered over her, a sexy smile playing around his mouth. “You know you’re bossy and sassy and thoroughly irresistible, don’t you?”
“I’ll show you bossy.”
She surged upwards, her hands against his chest, pushing him upright against the back of the sofa so she could straddle him.
He laughed, a low, wicked sound that provoked her to show him just how bossy she could be.
She whipped his T-shirt over his head in a second, before leaning forward to nuzzle his neck and drape her hair across his bare chest. He groaned and she smiled, a self-satisfied smile of a woman who knew she had the power to drive a guy crazy.
“Think you’re in charge, huh?” His hands spanned her waist, holding her in place while he shifted beneath her, leaving her in little doubt that the second their clothes vanished, she’d be in heaven.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” she said, sliding off him to kneel at his feet, her fingers making short work of his zipper and button, easing the denim down his long legs with her gaze locked on his the entire time.
His low moan turned her on.
His glazed look empowered her.
His hard-on beneath tight black boxers encouraged her to toy with the elastic, brush her fingertips against his penis, and slowly, tantalisingly, peel the cotton down his legs.
“Oh wow,” she said, sitting on her heels and admiring the view as liquid heat pooled between her legs. With reverence, she reached out to stroke him, to touch him.
At last.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Hell, Ariel,” Cooper gritted out, hanging onto what little self control he had left when her hand wrapped around his shaft and started moving up and down in slow, rhythmic movements.
“Don’t you mean heaven?” Her sassy mouth curved into a knowing grin as she flicked her thumb over the hood of his cock, sending him into overdrive.
“You’re such a turn on.” He stilled her hand, sliding to the floor next to her, grateful for the soft, plush rug over the wooden floorboards.
“Hey, what happened to me being in charge?”
“My turn,” he said, knowing he couldn’t last much longer.
He’d been fantasising about Ariel for too long, wondering what she’d look like naked, wondering what colour her nipples would be, wondering how she’d sound when he thrust into her repeatedly.
Her breasts were gorgeous, a perfect handful, with dusky pink nipples that hardened at the slightest provocation. Considering his hands and mouth hadn’t left them alone since he’d taken off her top, they were very provoked.
He had to see the rest of her, taste the rest of her, feel her hot and tight around him before he lost it completely.
He slid a slow, sensual kiss across her swollen lips as he tugged at those sexy little hot-pants, pulling them off her in one, smooth tug. Thankfully, the red satin thong beneath got tangled up at the same time and when he broke the kiss to stare down at her, his sigh bordered on adoration.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m a natural blonde,” Ariel said, her nervous laugh cueing him in that getting naked with a guy wasn’t the norm for her.
“You’re stunning. Every exquisite inch.”
He kissed her again, softly this time, teasing, pleasing, as his fingers delved, finding her clitoris and circling it with his thumb, loving the small, excited sounds she made in his mouth.
She broke the kiss and moaned, her head falling back, her breathing ragged as he slid two fingers inside her, his thumb stroking her folds, her clitoris, with increasing pressure.
“Cooper, that feels so good. Oh yeah…”