Over the Edge (Bridge #3)(14)

She shrugged. “Like I said, I reserve the right to change my mind.”

“I won’t let you.”

She traced the rim of her glass and bit her lip gently. “I’ve said too much.”

“Yes, but that’s okay. I’m glad you did. I asked for your honesty, and you gave it to me.”

Her dark eyelashes fluttered up, framing her hooded gaze. “Except now I feel vulnerable, like I need a piece of you, too.”

“Come here.” I gently tugged her toward me.

The second her glass hit the table, I circled my arm around her torso and brought her up against me. Her hand fell lightly on my chest, and I could see the rapid flicker of her pulse at her neck.

I trailed my fingertip along her jaw, slowing over the silky ridges of her lips. Where she’d seemed sharp before, she was soft, melting against me, leaning infinitesimally closer. Her breathing was uneven, and her legs shifted.

This was it. I couldn’t wait anymore. I had to have her.

OLIVIA



I’d forgotten all the harsh words that had left Will’s lips the second they touched mine. Because his kisses were magic. Unexpectedly soft and slow. Full of restraint and a tenderness I’d never expected he was capable of. I sighed into them, letting myself fall into the pleasure of his touch. He tangled his fingers in my hair and then roamed over my body, touching and teasing.

The drugging sweeps of his lips made me dizzy. When I opened and sought his tongue, he evaded me, dragging his lips instead over my cheek and along my jaw. He returned to nip gently at my lips, kissing and sucking them until they felt swollen and hot.

When he caressed down my thigh and his hand disappeared under the hem of my dress, my legs seemed to part on their own. So far everything Will did was magic, and I welcomed more of that heavenly, warm buzz between my legs. My breath rushed out when he stroked me through my panties, putting pressure where my clit was already aching for contact. I shifted my hips, and he answered by pushing the thin fabric aside. He traced a finger up my wet slit.

He lifted the corner of his mouth. “You’re bare, princess. I love it when I’m right,” he whispered.

I smiled because I couldn’t help it. “Shut up.”

“You’ll forgive me in a minute, I promise.”

He glided easily through my folds. “So smooth and so f*cking wet for me. Can’t wait to watch you come, Olivia.”

I fisted my fingers into his shirt and gasped as he slid back and forth from my clit to my opening.

When he put his mouth on me again, the kiss was hungry…demanding. Then, for the first time, I tasted the smoky liquor on his tongue as he simultaneously slid two fingers deep into my *. I clenched around him, unprepared for the invasion but badly wanting it.

I closed my eyes with a moan.

He held me tight against him and entered me again gently, sending another ripple of pleasure through me.

“This is just the beginning, Olivia,” he whispered against my lips. “I’m not stopping until you shatter around me, until you’re hoarse from screaming my name. You have no idea how badly I want you right now.”

Heaven knew I wanted him too. Against all reason and better judgment. I threw it all out the window and fell into the lust ripping through me. I arched and lifted, seeking his touch everywhere—where our mouths hungrily met, where his fingers twisted and f*cked me, against his broad chest that both warmed me and trapped me to him.

Where his touch was tender before, he devoured me now, claiming me, pumping into me to the time of this erotic rhythm he’d created.

I released a desperate moan, but he silenced the sound with the ferocity of another kiss. My body climbed with sensation. My nipples ached under my clothes, and my skin burned where our bodies touched. I wanted more of his skin against me. I hungered for his cock inside me. More than anything, I craved release from the intense need he was creating. But inside each moment, I reveled in the wonder of it all, the pressure, the friction, the anchor points where he ruled my body.

After a few more perfectly placed flicks against my clit and glides inside my sensitive flesh, I began to unravel, no longer able to hold back and savor the magic in his touch.

“Oh, God!” I seized around his fingers, coming with a broken cry against his lips. The orgasm crashed over me hard and fast, a wash of relief and bliss.

I clung to his hard body like I was drowning, trying to catch my breath. I hadn’t come under a man’s hand since… I couldn’t even remember the last time someone had stolen my breath that way.

Eager to return the pleasure, I reached for him, molding my palm around the outline of his cock in his pants. He exhaled a breath as I marveled at the size of him. I couldn’t want him any more than I did right now. I hadn’t had someone touch me with such selfless dedication for as long as I could remember. And right now, I wanted to forget everything outside of this moment and drown the judging voices that had plagued me since I’d met Will.

I reached for his zipper, but before I could release him, he’d tugged me up against him and kissed me hard. Without another word, he lifted us off the couch. I circled his waist with my legs, and he carried me to the other side of the apartment. His bedroom was dark, save for the city lights twinkling through a large picture window and a soft light from a small bedside lamp.

He lowered me to my feet beside the bed. Its puffy white bedspread was almost as inviting as the man standing before me with more heat and hunger in his gaze than I’d ever seen.