Page 46 of The Charmer

Their gazes locked as she convulsed around his fingers, her body arching upwards, her orgasm heating the gold flecks in her eyes until they glowed amber.

He had to have her at that precise moment, with her soft and pliant and sated in his arms.

“More,” she murmured, her demand tempered with a smug smile.

He stared at her sassy mouth, knowing a woman like Ariel would be a never-ending source of surprises and hoping he’d get an opportunity to discover them all. Though he wasn’t a fool. This was sex and she’d probably withdraw from him in the morning.

Not if he had his way. This attraction had been simmering between them right from the very beginning and he had no intention of letting this be a one night stand.

Besides, he had a feeling sex with the stunning artist could become addictive—very addictive—and he didn’t have too many vices.

“More, huh? There’s no pleasing some women.” He rolled his eyes and she slapped him playfully on the chest.

“I’m pleased all right. You, on the other hand, could do with a bit of pleasuring yourself?”

She sent a pointed look at his groin, her fingers closing around his cock, and he groaned.

“Hold that…thought,” he said, fumbling through the back pocket of his jeans for his wallet, grabbing a condom, and ripping open the little blue foil packet while Ariel continued to stroke him, her sexy chuckle driving him as insane as her hand.

Ariel loved the silky hardness of Cooper’s penis, loved how much she turned him on. She reluctantly released him, watching him slide the condom on, her insides constricting at the thought that she’d soon be sheathing him just as effectively.

“Hurry,” she said, wondering when she’d become such a sex-starved floozy and not particularly caring.

She wanted Cooper. Inside her, pleasuring her, hard and hot and pounding, satisfying the ache that had begun the first time he’d taken his clothes off for her.

“Come here.” Cooper opened his arms to her and Ariel didn’t hesitate, straddling him, kissing him, revelling in the hard tip of his penis nudging at her entrance as she sunk down, almost passing out with sheer satisfaction as he stretched her, filled her.

“You feel…fucking amazing…” He groaned, loudly, as she raised up and sank down again, taking him in deeper, relaxing her muscles around him, savouring the fullness, the heat.

“Good?”

“Sensational.”

She kind of lost it after that. He did too. Their sweat-slicked skin slid together, over and over, until the friction became unbearable.

All she could focus on was him. Caressing her. Stroking her. Filling her. Thrusting over and over until she was mindless with pleasure.

Her orgasm built quickly again and she didn’t care. She wanted him. She wanted it all.

Her hands speared his hair and she bit into his shoulder as he thrust upwards so hard she almost hit the ceiling. She convulsed around him, her muscles clenching, savouring his hardness pounding into her softness, clawing at a release that promised to be cataclysmic.

Every nerve ending pinged and heat flushed her body as he flipped her over, driving into her with a wild abandon that sent them both into orbit.

Her primal yell mingled with his loud groan, and as she floated back to her senses, her first thought was ‘that was absolutely incredible.’

Closely followed by ‘what the hell have I done?’

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Pale gold filtered through the tiny bathroom window, heralding the dawn of another perfect Melbourne day.

Though it wasn’t just another day.

Ariel braced herself on the antique washbasin, staring at her tousled reflection in the bevelled mirror.

You had sex with Cooper Vance.

And not just ordinary sex. Scintillating, mind-blowing, burn up the sheets sex, though they never quite made it to the bed until later. Much later.

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