Chapter 20 Cosi #2
I came down on top of her, rolling her to her belly and covering her back with my chest. Then I let my cock nestle into the crack of her ass. “All fours, baby.”
She obeyed, our bodies moving in tandem as she lifted to her hands and knees. Then she flipped her hair out of the way, looking over her shoulder at me with those magnificent chocolate eyes.
“You’re perfect.” I grabbed the globes of her ass, spreading her cheeks as I lined up at her entrance. Then with a single thrust, slid into her tight, wet heat. “Fuck.”
It was better than I could have ever imagined. Heaven. And with nothing between us, I felt every flutter of her inner walls, every shudder in her body as she adjusted to my size.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “You feel . . .”
“Made for me. You were fucking made for me.” I pulled out and thrust forward again, sinking as deep as I could go.
With a flip of the clasp, her bra was free, the straps sliding down her arms until she tossed it aside.
Her breasts bounced with every piston of my hips. As I pumped forward, she sank back, matching my rhythm, driving me wild.
Ilsa’s back arched, her eyes squeezed shut as she chased her second release. It hit like a lightning bolt, toppling her forward and into the pillows where she could hide her scream. Her body clamped around me like a vise, pulsing over and over and over again as she gave in to her orgasm.
Any hope I had of drawing this out vanished as the build at the base of my spine spiked. I let go, toes curling, muscles shaking, and gave in to the sheer pleasure of fucking this woman.
This remarkable woman who’d ruined me for anyone else.
My woman.
The white spots in my eyes stole my vision, and the world seemed to tilt sideways, like it had in her classroom earlier. More of those pieces rearranging, making space for a new reality. When I finally came down from my release, I collapsed, our bodies tumbling into the bed, slick with sweat.
“Wow.” She let out a soft giggle. “It keeps getting better. Every time.”
I jackknifed to a seat, then stood and held out my hand. “And we’re just getting started.”
She pushed up to her side, looking up at me from beneath long lashes. “Thought you were going to carry me in there.”
“Right. My mistake.” I chuckled, then swept down and hauled her over my shoulder, giving her ass a smack as I carted her to the shower, where I did exactly as promised.
I fucked that pretty mouth, and when she swallowed every drop I had to give her, it was my turn to drop to my knees.
Ilsa toyed with the damp strands of hair beside my ear as she lay naked, draped across my chest. Her own hair was still wet, combed out of her face, hanging in sleek panels over her spine. “Cosi?”
“Ilsa?” My hand drifted down her ribs to her hip, keeping her pinned against me. Maybe if I kept her close enough tonight, I wouldn’t wake up to find her side of the bed empty.
“What do you think it all means? Dad’s map?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
“Do you think it’s possible he found the Garrack gold? Or do you think it’s a wild idea he convinced himself was real?”
I rolled her onto her back, needing to see her face. “That we’re even talking about a lost treasure is a wild idea. I wish I had an answer for this, but I don’t.”
She nibbled on her lower lip, her hand lifting to absently trace the line of my nose. “If we figure out this map, I want to follow it. It will have to wait until the snow melts, but even if it leads to nowhere, I want to try. Will you come with me on a treasure hunt this spring?”
“Try to keep me away.”
A smile lit up her face, and my heart nearly beat out of my chest. Hair tousled. Cheeks flushed. Lips swollen. Eyes shining like moonbeams. She was magnificent.
My lips found hers, kissing that smile as my body stirred, ready for another round. But a distant ringing broke through the moment, halting any chance of a decent night.
“Damn it.” I frowned and swung out of bed, pulling on my jeans before I hurried through the house to answer the phone in the kitchen.
No good ever came from a phone call after dark.
“This is Cosi,” I answered.
“Hey, boss,” Chuck said. “Sorry to bother you so late.”
“It’s all right.” With any luck, we could solve this over a call, and I wouldn’t have to leave. But that kind of luck was rare, so I sandwiched the phone between my shoulder and ear to zip and button my jeans. “What’s going on?”
“A guy just came to the station,” Chuck said. “Pounded on the front door like the sky was falling.”
“Who?”
“Guess he’s a friend of Ilsa Poe’s.”
Every muscle in my body went rigid. “What friend?”
She’d told me she hadn’t made any friends. So who the hell was this?
“I, uh . . . didn’t catch his name.”
“Chuck,” I barked. “This is the last time you call me without a damn name.”
“Sorry. I asked but it slipped my mind. His last name started with a b. Brady or Bradley. I didn’t recognize him, and his truck had Arizona plates.
He’d gone out to her place on Cotters Lake, and when he couldn’t find her, he came here.
He was upset, worried something happened to her.
I guess he’s been trying to get ahold of her for a while.
Anyway, I assured him she was fine and that she was staying in town for the time being until the arson and vandalism at the cabin could be sorted.
He, um . . . well, he didn’t know about the fire or realize her place had been wrecked. ”
Hell. Those were details Chuck hadn’t needed to share, but he had a tendency to say too much when he was rattled, and clearly, this friend of Ilsa’s had shaken him up. I could picture him at the door, sharing detail after detail that only made the situation worse.
“What else did you tell him?” Before I left to calm down this friend, I’d like to know what I was walking into.
“I might have, um . . . I didn’t mean to say it but it sort of slipped out.”
“What?” I said through gritted teeth.
Ilsa walked into the kitchen wearing my T-shirt and a flannel from my closet. Its sleeves hit well past her fingertips.
“Everything okay?” she mouthed.
I held up a finger. I’d have questions for her too once I was done with this call.
She leaned against the wall, covering a yawn.
“He asked where she was staying,” Chuck said.
“And you gave him my name.”
“Sorry,” he murmured. All this friend would have to do is swing by the gas station, flip through the phone book, and he’d have my address. “He was determined. And he said he was more than just her friend.”
More than a friend? The jealousy was instant. “So you’re saying I should be expecting a late-night visitor.”
“Sorry, Cosi.”
“Yeah,” I clipped at the same moment the doorbell rang. I hung up the phone too hard, making Ilsa stand straight, her gaze swinging to the entryway.
“What’s wrong? Who’s here?”
“A friend of yours.” I marched past her for the door, pulling it open with too much force.
The cold was a blast against my bare skin, my nipples tightening.
A man stood on the stoop, his dirty-blond hair stylishly combed to one side, not a strand out of place. He was tall, about my height, wearing light-wash jeans and a thick, navy parka. Behind his black-frame glasses, his brown eyes narrowed when he took in my bare chest.
What the fuck did he expect me to be wearing this late at night?
“Can I help you?” I crossed my arms.
“I, uh . . .” He leaned back to look at the numbers tacked on the house. “I’m looking for Ilsa Poe. I was told she was staying here.”
She appeared at my side a moment later, eyes wide. “Troy?”
“There you are.” He exhaled, and for a moment, I thought he might cry. Then he barged into my house and hauled her into his arms.
Who the fuck was Troy?