Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
There was a second of stunned stillness before she melted into me, her hands grabbing my forearms, then sliding upward until they wrapped around the back of my neck as I pushed her back against the counter as my lips caressed again and again.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Halle
It was getting late.
I wasn’t anyone’s gourmet cook, but I was too hungry to wait around for Cosimo to remember to order dinner. So I figured I would throw some food together for myself since he’d had groceries delivered.
Not wanting to get anything on my obnoxiously expensive new wardrobe, I opted to steal another of his shirts to cook in.
I’d been having the first kind of carefree moment, dancing around the kitchen as I prepped the food, when hands suddenly reached out, grabbing me, and turning me.
My stomach plummeted.
But not in fear.
Because locked up in Cosimo’s penthouse was probably the safest I had ever been in my life.
It was anticipation that had my stomach dropping, that had my pulse quickening, that had little sparks sizzling across my skin even before Cosimo’s lips crashed down on mine.
I’d be lying if I said that my mind had been completely consumed with thoughts of him since I’d been shuffled in the back of a car, and driven back to the penthouse.
There was no denying that my desire had been satiated in that dressing room, and I would normally be good without another encounter for at least a few days, even weeks when I was busy. But it seemed like I couldn’t think of anything but this man’s hands and lips on me, about what it would feel like to have him inside of me.
So all alone in the penthouse, my desire had been gasoline, just waiting for a spark, and the second his lips and hands were on me, I went up in flames.
His teeth nipped my lower lip, dragging a whimper out of me as his hips pinned mine to the island, his cock pressing into my belly—hard, insistent, and promising an end to that aching emptiness inside.
That rumbling sound escaped him as my leg slid up his thigh, then hooked around his waist, opening me up to him.
His hips shifted, and his cock pressed against my cleft, making a moan escape me. Loud and shameless, since this time, no one could hear.
Sure, there were men outside of the door.
But the music was still thumping.
We were in our own private little world.
Cosimo’s hips ground into me as his lips went to my neck, creating more little fires.
My hands were greedy, pulling at his jacket until it fell, forgotten, to the floor. Then moving to the center of his chest, fingers clumsy on his buttons, but encouraged with each inch of skin being exposed to me.
I yanked the material out of his slacks to finish undoing his buttons, then drew the material down and off of him.
I knew he would be fit under all those fancy suits of his. I’d felt the hard lines of his body against mine. But my imagination had fallen woefully short of the reality. Clearly, during the long hours he was gone from home each day, he fit in some serious workouts. Because he had a strong chest and arms, the indents of a six-pack, and the deep cuts of an Adonis belt that disappeared into the waistband of his slacks.
My fingers moved out, tracing over his heated skin, feeling his muscles tense under my touch, something that only managed to silently spur me on.
When my gaze lifted, I found his head lowered, his molten eyes on me, full of a wicked sort of promise that had my sex clenching hard.
My fingers traced across the waistband of his pants, then slid down, hands working his belt free. Followed by his button and zipper.
Then his pants were sliding to the floor, leaving him in nothing but his black boxer briefs, the hard line of his cock pressing against the material.
With one of those sexy growls of his, he reached down, grabbing the hem of my tee, yanking it up, then whipping it off.
Finished, he sucked in a deep breath as his gaze moved over me. It didn’t seem to matter that this wasn’t the first or even second time he’d seen me like this. I swear he looked at me with wonder, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
His hand raised, fingers teasing down my side, then hooking my panties and drawing them down.
A shiver of anticipation coursed through me as they slid down my thighs and fell to the floor.
Cosimo followed them down, spreading my thighs, and sliding his tongue up my cleft, finding and relentlessly teasing my clit.
My hand slammed down on his head, holding him against me as he worked me, feeling myself driven up faster than seemed possible.
My thighs felt shaky and my back arched as my hips rocked against him.