Chapter 14 Ilsa #2
“Come, baby. Come on my cock.” He rolled his hips, the root of his cock hitting my clit, and the rush of heat and ecstasy sent me over the edge.
I exploded, my back arching off the bed as my incoherent cries filled the room. Stars burst behind my eyes. My toes curled.
“Fuck.” The grip he had on my hands tightened as he buried his face in my hair, and on a ragged roar, his frame went taut as he succumbed to his own release.
Pulse after pulse, I clenched around him as he continued to fuck me, drawing out the release until every cell in my body shattered. Until I was boneless.
Destroyed for any other man.
When he was spent, he collapsed on top of me, his heavy breaths a mirror of my own. Cosi rolled us to the side, shifting to his back and taking me with him, draping me across his chest, our bodies coated in a sheen of sweat.
We lay there for a few moments, waiting for our hearts to stop thundering. Then Cosi slipped out from beneath me, tugging back the covers. He draped them over my naked body before walking away.
The sound of a faucet turning on echoed from his bathroom, and I knew I should get up. Get dressed.
But I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and when he returned to bed after dealing with the condom, his large frame curling around my body, I was already asleep.
The sound of a car’s engine woke me from sleep. The flash of headlights illuminated the room as it passed by outside.
In such a short amount of time, I’d grown used to the stillness at the cabin. The darkness. There was no noise of traffic to wake me from a dreamless sleep.
It took me a moment to remember where I was. Cosi’s bed.
I lifted off the pillow, letting my eyes adjust to the night.
Cosi was sprawled on the other side of the mattress, his naked back on display. He’d kicked off most of his covers and only a sheet covered his lower half.
Even in the dark, the definition in his back was tempting. My fingers itched to touch the strands of hair that were curled at the nape of his neck. To touch the dimples at the base of his spine, right above that sculpted behind.
A quick glance at the clock on his nightstand said it wasn’t even midnight. After he’d fucked me into oblivion, I’d crashed. It had only been hours, but that was the hardest I’d slept in weeks. Months.
Flashes of us together looped through my mind. His mouth. His hands. His dick.
My eyes squeezed shut. What the hell was I doing?
I couldn’t get tangled up with this man. He was a student’s parent. This could cost me my job. My reputation as a teacher. And I was leaving Dalton. Even if I were staying in town, Cosi Raynes should have Complicated tattooed across those broad shoulders.
And now that we’d had sex, it was only going to get worse.
Shit. My stomach knotted as I carefully lifted away the covers and slipped out of bed. Tiptoeing toward the door, I snatched the first piece of clothing I came across, clutching it to my naked chest—Cosi’s Henley.
Easing the door open, willing it not to make a sound, I held my breath until I was in the hallway. Then with the door closed at my back, I brought his shirt to my nose, inhaling his scent in a moment of weakness before I pulled it over my torso and moved on silent feet for the kitchen.
The lights were still on. Spencer’s textbook and homework were still at the table.
I smacked a hand to my forehead. “Stupid, Ilsa.”
Stupid and incredible. I’d never known sex could be that way.
My nipples rubbed against the cotton of his shirt as I walked to get my jar from the table and fill it at the sink.
There was a tenderness between my legs along with a lingering desire.
Stupid or not, I wanted to do it all over. Again and again and again.
I sipped my water, willing that desire to fade. Once had to be enough.
Unless . . .
No. I wouldn’t let myself go down that path. In the morning, we’d talk. Reestablish some boundaries. I’d return home to the cabin. And hopefully, he’d agree that last night had to stay between us.
My stomach knotted tighter, already dreading that conversation. He would agree to keep this a secret, right? Cosi didn’t seem like the type to publicize his conquests to the community, but I didn’t know him well enough to be certain.
That was the real problem, wasn’t it? He was basically a stranger. And I’d never had casual sex before, not once. The only men I’d let into my bed were boyfriends. Men I’d dated for weeks before inviting them into my body.
But I didn’t regret last night. Not at all.
“Damn it,” I whispered.
“Sneaking out on me already?” Strong arms wrapped around my shoulders.
I yelped, jumping as my heart leapt into my throat.
“Easy.” Cosi caught the jar in my hand before I dropped it.
“Shit.” I twisted and glared up at him before sagging into his chest as the moment of panic faded. “You scared me.”
“Sorry. Thought you heard me.” He took a drink of my water, then set the jar on the counter. “Freaking out?”
“Maybe a little.” A lot. “You’re my student’s parent.”
“No one needs to know about this, Ilsa. It’s not their business. It’s ours.”
The relief was instant. But there was a twinge, deep down, that I didn’t want to admit felt a little bit like disappointment.
“Good. I think this would be best if it stayed between us. A one-time thing. A lapse in judgment.”
Cosi’s frame tensed. “Yeah.”
Except it didn’t feel like a mistake. At all.
Just once. I’d told myself this was a one-time deal. So I stood taller, about to wiggle free from his arms.
But instead of letting me go, he spun me around, so quickly I didn’t have a chance to fight it as he hoisted me up and plopped me on the counter.
He stood between my knees, forcing my legs apart. He’d pulled on his jeans but hadn’t bothered with the button and they hung low on his narrow hips, showcasing the sculpted V and dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath the open waistband.
The counter was cool against my bare ass as the heat from his chest radiated to mine.
His hand skimmed up my thighs, dipping beneath the hem of his shirt. He leaned forward, his mouth a whisper against mine as his fingers traced higher and higher.
My breath hitched when he reached my inner thighs, and when his middle finger dipped into my core, a mewl came from my throat.
“What did I tell you earlier?” he asked, his lips and that fucking mustache tickling my cheek as he spoke against my skin. “You’re mine. All night.”
My hands settled on his shoulders, holding tight as he pushed my legs even farther apart. The shift brought me to the very edge of the counter, and if not for his body, I would have toppled off the edge.
His finger circled my clit once, then twice, before dipping inside, curling to the spot that made me whimper.
“Want me to stop?” He nibbled on my earlobe as his fingers continued to tease my pussy. “Call this a mistake too?”
Yes. The answer was yes.
But instead, I shook my head and let him finger fuck me in the kitchen before he carried me to his bedroom. And when he fucked me again, he made sure I was exhausted enough to sleep until dawn.