Chapter 5
Chapter Five
CASSIO/COHEN
“ Y ou look incredible,” I say when Irina shows up at the restaurant. I wanted to pick her up, but she refused. She’s not all in yet, but she’s here, and that’s a step in the right direction. She is stunning in a pretty pink dress that stops just below her knee. Her tempting legs are bare, and her petite feet are encased in a pair of silver peep-toe shoes. Matching silver jewelry adorns her neck, her wrist and her ears. Glossy hair falls in straight lines down her back.
“You look good too.” She casts a glance over my signature black shirt and pants combo, smiling as I hold the chair out for her.
She slips into the seat, and I reclaim mine, across the table.
“I haven’t been here before,” she professes, looking around the trendy restaurant-slash-cocktail-bar. “I like it.”
“Good.” I hand her a glass of champagne. “I thought you’d like something more casual.” Originally, I’d booked a Michelin-starred restaurant, but I want Irina to relax, and a stuffy place full of arrogant rich pricks didn’t seem like a good choice.
Hours pass as if they are seconds. The food is sublime, and the company is impeccable. Our conversation flows naturally, and the flirting is endless. We’re both finding little ways to touch one another, and if I don’t get to claim her soon, I’m liable to self-combust.
“Any dessert?” the server asks, ignoring my date and eye fucking me like she’s been doing all night.
Sliding my hand across the table, I thread my fingers in Irina’s. “Sweetheart, you want anything?” I ask, deliberately ignoring the rude bitch.
“I’m good, babe.” She squeezes my hand while pointedly staring at the waitress. “I’ve got everything I need right here.” Her possessive tone stirs the beast in my pants.
“We’ll just take the check.” I purposely only look at my date.
“She’s rude,” Irina proclaims after she’s left. “I’ve been visualizing shoving my foot up her ass all night.”
Laughter tumbles from my chest. “I didn’t realize you’d noticed.”
Flipping our joined hands around, she traces the lines on my palm with the tip of one finger. “There isn’t much I miss.”
“No, I don’t suppose there is.” Fiery tingles shoot along my arm from her touch, and it’s exquisite.
“Thank you for dinner,” she says after we’ve exited the restaurant a few minutes later. “I had a good time.”
Her bodyguard drills me with a penetrating stare as I reel her into my arms. Alexei must be freezing his balls off out here. “The night is still young. How about a nightcap at my place? The views of the bay from the penthouse roof are stunning.”
She quirks a brow. “I’m sure they are, but I don’t do sleepovers on first dates.”
“How many dates are we talking?” I trail my fingers along her jawline.
“At least ten. Maybe more.”
I can’t tell if she’s teasing or not. “How about a bar or a club then?”
She shakes her head. “I’ve got stuff to do tomorrow, so let’s call it a night.”
I know what she’s doing. She’s trying to push me away, and I’m not letting her. “No problem. I’ll take you home.”
“That won’t be necessary. I have?—”
“Your cousin here. I noticed.” I tilt her chin up. “Does he always chaperone you on dates?” She must think I’m an idiot if she believes I’m buying the cousin excuse.
“My family is very protective.”
“I like that they are.” I pull the collar of her coat up to protect her from the nighttime breeze. “But I’m still taking you home. I insist on escorting my date to her front door.”
She opens her mouth to argue, but I plant my lips on hers to shut her up. I’m tempted to kiss her, but I’ve got to time this right. My lips glide across hers once and then I withdraw. “Don’t fight me. I need to ensure you get home safe.”
“Okay.”
Taking her hand, I walk her to the curb where my car is waiting. Pounding footsteps approach from behind. “I’m driving Irina home,” I say while opening the back door. I slide in after Irina. “Guess we’ll see you there.” I flash Alexei a grin before closing the door in his face.
Irina giggles. “You really don’t want to make an enemy of Alexei.”
Scooting over beside her, I snake my arm around her shoulders as the car pulls out onto the road. The privacy screen is up, shielding us from the driver. “I really don’t care.” I push her hair aside and dip down, dropping a slew of soft kisses along her neck.
“What…what are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” My lips move to her jaw. “Your skin is so smooth.” My fingers lightly clasp her throat. “And you smell amazing.”
“Cohen.” Her voice trembles.
“Tell me to stop.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Mean it, and I will.”
I tilt her face so we’re peering deep into one another’s eyes. “I’m not the only one who feels this. We’ve been flirting for months, Irina, and I’m starved for you.”
She audibly gulps. “The way I’m attracted to you scares me, Cohen.”
I’m inwardly rejoicing she’s finally admitting it. “Why?” My hands cup her beautiful face.
“I’m afraid of losing myself to you. To something that can’t last.”
I know what she means, but she doesn’t know I know. “You can’t know that, but if it’s holding you back, forget it. We’ll collect moments. One at a time with no expectation. Exist in the moment now with me.”
I see the second she capitulates. A delicate blush washes over her cheeks, and desire floods her amber eyes. “Okay.”
I don’t waste another second. My lips crash onto hers with months of pent-up longing. My kiss is hard, brutal, demanding, but she doesn’t shy away, meeting me kiss for kiss, grabbing my shoulders and moaning into my mouth. Without breaking our lip-lock, I lift her onto my lap and sit back. Our kissing turns frantic, passionate, and greedy as we devour one another.
I’m rock hard, and my cock is throbbing with the need to bury myself deep inside her. My hands slide up her back, gripping the nape of her neck and holding her steady as I control the kiss. She grinds on top of me, gliding back and forth along my erection, and I’m close to taking her right here, right now. Fisting her hair in my hand, I jerk her head back, exposing her neck to me. “Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish, princess,” I rasp in between grazing my teeth along her skin. A rosy hue paints her chest and neck, and she’s whimpering and gyrating on top of me.
“Who said I don’t intend to finish?”
“Good answer.” Her back arches when I close my lips over one breast through her dress. I tug on her nipple with my teeth, but it’s not enough. I need more. Yanking her top down, I reveal her bra-less chest. “Fuck. Me.” I stare at her small perfect tits for a few seconds, then I feast on them, sucking and biting the hard peaks before swallowing the silky soft mounds. Irina grips my hair as I worship her chest, alternating between tits so I’m lavishing attention on both.
“We’re here, sir,” the driver announces through the intercom, forcing me to tear my mouth from her pretty tits.
I drill her with a warning look as I knead her boobs. “I’m coming up.”
“Yes,” she pants.
Halle-fucking-lujah.
We scramble out of the car and into her apartment building. Shoving her against the wall as we wait for the elevator, I cage her in my arms while demolishing her mouth and grinding my aching length against her.
“God, Cohen,” she cries out as we stumble into the elevator. “What are you doing to me?”
“Nothing yet.” The second the doors close, I’m on her again. “But I’ve got big plans for you, baby.” Pressing her against the wall as the elevator ascends, I grip the hem of her dress and slowly inch it up her body. “Are you a virgin?” I asked previously, but she evaded answering.
She shakes her head, and I’m equal parts thrilled and disappointed. “I’m not, but I’ve only slept with two guys.”
“I want names,” I growl, nudging her thighs apart with my leg.
“You’re ridiculous,” she says, gasping when I cup her through her panties.
“How wet are you for me, princess?”
She pins me with a challenging stare. “Why don’t you find out?”
“Hold your dress up,” I command, sinking to my knees. Her legs are trembling as she lifts the dress to her waist. Sliding her panties to the side, I stare at her glistening bare flesh. “Fuck.” I adjust my throbbing cock in my pants. “Look how pretty you are.” I part her folds with my thumbs and study her most intimate parts before burying my face in her cunt and inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
She shrieks when the door pings, dropping her dress as the doors open. I’m chuckling as I climb to my feet. “I need in you, baby. Right fucking now.” Snatching her hand, I pull her out of the elevator, and we race down the hallway toward her apartment.
Her fingers are shaking as she punches in the code. The instant the door is open, I scoop her up and carry her inside. Setting her sexy ass on top of the island unit, I waste no time stripping her naked. The whole time I’m kissing her, touching her, and about to come out of my damn skin. Her fingers fumble with my shirt, and I rip it open, sending buttons flying all over the floor. Our lips reconnect, and she wriggles on the counter, thrusting her sexy body against mine. I toss a few condoms down before shedding my clothes. Quickly sheathing my cock, I spread her legs wide and plunge two digits into her cunt to ensure she’s ready. “You’re fucking soaked, princess.”
“It’s all for you.” Wrapping one slim hand around my dick, she says, “Fuck me now, Cohen.”
Grabbing her hips, I tug her to the edge of the counter and slam inside her in one deep thrust. She cries out, clinging to me as I nail her hard, fast, and deep. Our mouths and hands are greedy, exploring every inch of bare skin as we fuck. Nails dig into my shoulders, and her heels press into my back as I claim her, and nothing has ever felt more right.
I hold back until she’s close, and then I rub her clit while pounding into her like a savage. We succumb together, grunting and moaning as we climax, and I’m loving it when she screams my name.
We remain joined as we both come down from the ultimate high. Possessiveness replaces the blood flowing through my veins as I stare at her swollen lips and flushed face. “Mine.” I growl. “You’re mine now, princess. We’re making it official. Say it.”
“I’m yours, Cohen.”
I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to keep her, so I’m going to enjoy every second of every moment with Irina because I’m already addicted to the way she feels and tastes, and jonesing for another hit.
My cock swells inside her, and her answering moan is music to my ears. “Take me to bed, baby,” she pleads.
“I hope you slept well last night.” Tightening her legs around my waist, I lift her off the counter still buried inside her. “Because you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”
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