Chapter 14 Ilsa
Ilsa
Stop kissing him. Stop kissing him. Stop kissing him.
The rational, responsible part of my brain was screaming at me to make this stop. This was reckless and rash. This could cost me my job and would likely be something I regretted come morning.
But as Cosi’s tongue twisted with mine, as he hauled me off my feet, the very last thing I wanted to do was to stop.
My arms were wrapped around his shoulders, my breasts pressed against the broad plane of his chest, but it wasn’t close enough. I needed more and more and more. This was a kiss I wanted to last a lifetime.
Cosi’s lips were soft, yet firm. He fluttered his tongue against mine and every nerve ending in my body tingled. That perfect mustache tickled my skin, and when he nipped at the corner of my mouth, my insides liquified. Desire coiled in my lower belly as a dull ache bloomed between my legs.
His spicy, rich scent surrounded me as he carried me into his bedroom and kicked the door closed behind us. His arms shifted lower, his hands pressing into the curves of my ass before they slid lower and lower. With a quick tug at the back of my knees, he hooked my legs around his waist.
I crossed my ankles and ground my center against the bulge behind his zipper.
“Fuck,” he hissed, tearing his lips free.
“Off,” I panted, pulling at the cotton of his Henley until it came free from where he’d had it tucked into his jeans.
“Ilsa . . .”
I really liked how my name sounded in his voice. Gravelly with a hoarse rasp. Like he was on the verge of ravishing me for hours.
Not once in my life had I been ravaged. Sex had always been . . . fine. Enjoyable but not toe curling. I’d convinced myself that the reason I couldn’t fully relax during sex was because it wasn’t with Troy.
At the moment, I couldn’t even picture Troy’s face.
Not with Cosi’s hazel eyes locked on mine. I wanted him. Only him.
“Kiss me,” I breathed.
He walked us to the bed, then planted a knee on the mattress to lay me down. He came down on top of me, bracing on an elbow to not crush me beneath his weight.
His other hand lifted to my face, his fingers tracing a line across my cheekbone, then along my jaw until his thumb was at my mouth. With his eyes locked on mine, he tugged my lower lip free from between my teeth.
I’d never met a man with such beautiful eyes. Green and gray, flecked with gold. For one night, I was going to lose myself in those eyes. Just once.
Cosi captured my mouth, his tongue giving a languid swirl before he did another flutter.
Heat swept through my veins, my nipples pebbling beneath my bra, and all I wanted was to strip him bare. To feel his skin against mine.
I pulled and yanked at his shirt, trying to work it free. My hands reached between us, unclasping the button of his jeans. But before I could work the zipper down, he abandoned my mouth to latch on to my pulse, his tongue hot and wet as he kissed a trail down my throat.
His hand moved to cup my breast, and I arched into his grip, aching to feel those fingers against my flesh. To feel him everywhere.
I looped my leg around his, grinding against his muscled thigh, desperate for some friction. Some relief to the throb that was building in my core.
My hands roved the hard muscles of his back, my fingertips dipping into the small indents along his spine. Then I flattened my hands, skimming beneath his jeans, expecting boxers or briefs beneath. All I found was taut skin over sculpted cheeks.
A smile stretched across my mouth as I dug my nails into his ass. “No underwear?”
Cosi lifted up, a smirk on his mouth as he shook his head. “Not today.”
That was so damn hot. My smile widened as I lifted to graze my lips along his.
He pressed his leg against my center, making me gasp at the pressure against my clit. “This is going to be hard and fast. Take the edge off. Then we’ll take it slow. Good?”
“Yes.” I managed a nod before he hauled me up to sit. My sweater came up and over my head in a whoosh, sailing to the floor as he reached behind his neck, yanking off his Henley and tossing it aside.
My mouth watered as I drank in the sight of his bare chest. Chiseled arms roped with muscle. Broad shoulders and firm pecs dusted with dark hair I wanted to feel against my nipples. And a washboard stomach that made my belly dip.
Cosi wasn’t just built, the man was a dream. A flawless blend of smooth, strong lines and rugged, masculine edges.
His hands dove into my hair, pushing it away from my face and over my shoulders as his gaze swept over my chest. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and his eyes darkened.
With a quick flip of his fingers on the clasp of my nude bra, it came free. Then his fingertips were gliding across my skin as he pulled the straps from my arms. He took my bra off with such ease I didn’t want to think about how much practice he must get, only that I was reaping the rewards.
There was something sexy about a man who knew how to undress a woman. No fumbling fingers. No awkward questions.
He wanted me bare and made it so.
As my bra joined our other clothes on the floor, Cosi swept down, capturing a nipple in his hot mouth, sucking hard as he flicked it with his tongue.
“Yes.” My hands dove into the soft strands of his hair, holding him to me as I arched into his mouth.
He released my nipple to give the same treatment to the other, the cool air on my wet skin a delicious contrast to the heat in my veins.
The throb in my core matched my pulse, beating harder and harder. I ached for him so desperately it wasn’t going to take more than a touch and I’d explode.
My hands drifted down his corded neck to explore his body. Over his arms and shoulders and chest, fingertips digging into his skin to feel that strength beneath.
He laid me down, his chest covering my own before his mouth moved lower and lower, that mustache tickling my ribs as he kissed his way to my navel.
He freed the button and zipper on my jeans, then as he stood from the bed, he dragged them and my lace panties over my hips, slowly easing them down my legs, inch by teasing inch.
By the time he made it to my ankles, I was trembling.
Was this foreplay? I’d had boyfriends undress me before, but it had felt nothing like this. The attraction, the raw chemistry, seemed to crackle in the air. Weeks of stealing glances at his handsome face, denying this magnetism between us, heightened every look. Every touch.
It had always been inevitable, hadn’t it? I might as well have been a foregone conclusion. I loathed being predictable. But at this moment? I didn’t care. I just needed this man inside me.
I didn’t want a sweet, tender night. I wanted him to fuck me senseless. To satisfy that ache that doubled as the sound of his zipper lowering filled his bedroom.
Pushing up to my elbows, I stared, heart racing, as he pushed off his own jeans, his length bobbing free.
Holy fuck. His cock was long and thick. Huge. Cosi gripped his shaft, giving it a few hard strokes as his gaze drifted over my breasts, lowering to my pussy.
“Spread for me, baby,” he ordered, and I obeyed.
Baby. There was that nickname again. He’d probably called a dozen women baby, and I shouldn’t like it. But my core clenched, my pulse skipped.
Right now, he could call me anything he wanted.
His tongue darted out, licking his bottom lip.
Then he released his erection, rounding the bed for his nightstand.
He took out a condom from the drawer, lifting the packet to his teeth to tear it open.
He sheathed himself, and a new wave of anticipation washed over me as he climbed onto the bed, settling between the cradle of my hips.
With his elbows bracketed beside my head, he stared down at me, eyes roving my face before his mouth came down on mine, his tongue sweeping inside. He licked and sucked, rocking his cock through my soaking-wet slit.
I tilted my hips, urging him inside, but he tore his lips away and gave me a devilish grin.
“I want to taste every inch of this body.” His hand cupped a breast, kneading and massaging as his thumb flicked my nipple.
“Yes.” I didn’t care what he did as long as it ended with an orgasm.
“Later.” He planted a hard, firm kiss on my mouth. Then he lined up at my entrance and rocked inside. He worked himself in slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. But once he was rooted deep, he thrust his hips forward, stealing my breath.
“Cosi,” I gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders as my body stretched around him, the breath gone from my lungs as every muscle began to quiver.
“Fuck, Ilsa.” He gritted his teeth, jaw flexing as he groaned.
“Move,” I panted.
He sucked in a sharp inhale as he eased out, then pumped forward again, hitting even deeper than before.
I melted into the mattress, my eyes drifting shut, sinking into the pleasure as he fucked me, his strokes slow at first, teasing and torturous.
Cosi fucked like he kissed, with intention. With dominance. He moved like he was on the verge of losing control but not quite. He kept it leashed.
“God, you feel good.” He dropped his mouth to my ear, his breath tickling the shell only driving me closer to the edge. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Like this pussy was made for me.”
“More.” I looped my legs around his hips, changing the angle of my hips. “Oh, God.”
“Look at me.”
My eyes fluttered open, meeting his hazel gaze.
He took my hands, lacing our fingers together as he lifted them above my head, keeping me pinned. “You’re mine. All night.”
“Yes,” I moaned as he fucked me harder, faster, bringing us together, stroke by stroke as the headboard slammed into the wall, a steady thud that matched the beat of my heart.
Each time he thrust forward I saw stars. My inner walls began to flutter as he took me higher and higher.
“Cosi,” I whimpered, my limbs shaking. My body writhed beneath his and my nipples scraped against his chest as my breasts bounced, up and down.