Over the Edge (Bridge #3)(15)

I lifted to my toes and pulled us close, sealing our mouths. Our tongues tangled, our bodies brushed together as we tugged at each other’s clothes. Pulling down the sleeve of my dress, he attacked the flesh he revealed. The fabric tore as he tugged the garment down, letting it fall to my feet. My head fell back with a sigh. He dragged his tongue up the column of my neck and nipped at my ear.

“There are a few things you need to know, Olivia.”

“What’s that?” I wondered breathlessly.

He unclasped my bra and slid his palms over my sensitive nipples. “I’m in charge. I told you before. I call the shots.”

I nodded, because right now I had complete faith in his ability to give me more pleasure than I ever imagined.

“That means you only come when I say, no matter how badly you want it.”

I widened my eyes. “But…it just came over me.”

“I understand that. But as long as I’m the one pulling them from you, your orgasms are mine. Mine to control, mine to take. Are we clear?”

I felt the dominance in his tone all the way down to my toes, and in other places that now pulsed for his attention.

“What if I can’t help it?” I’d never held an orgasm for a man, and I had no idea how I’d be able to control it when Will seemed to inspire them with such ease.

He clamped his finger and thumb down on my taut bud and pinched.

“Ow.” I jolted at the pain but didn’t pull away.

He smirked. “Then I’ll punish you, princess.”

He nudged me back so I fell onto the bed. Pulling off his shirt, he revealed his impressively toned torso. Tight pectorals that led to a V of defined abdominals. Rapt and on fire for the man, I watched with more interest than patience.

He whipped out his belt and pushed his pants and boxers to the floor. His erection sprang forward, thick and virile. He took a condom from the bedside drawer and rolled it on slowly.

“What else?” My voice was breathy, a mix of lust and anticipation. I bit down hard on my bottom lip because I couldn’t wait to feel more of him.

“I’m rough. But you’ll like it.”

He grabbed the lace tops of my panties and ripped them down without ceremony.

I held my breath. My brain was still piecing itself back together. What the hell did that mean? Climbing over me, he leaned down for another full-mouthed kiss. Then, before I could reply, he flipped me to my belly and slapped me hard on the ass.

WILL



The lithe line of her body froze. I drifted south, inhaling her scent and trailing my lips and tongue over the skin where my hand had made contact. She made a small sound of pleasure, but she was still tense, taut like a bow. I could smell her arousal. The heat radiating off her skin brought her heady scent into my lungs. I was quickly losing my mind. My willpower was like a rubber band that had been pulled too tight for too long. Now I was ready to f*cking snap.

But as willing as Olivia had been moments ago, an air of tension lingered between us…

I rolled her back to face me.

Her eyes were wide and bright. Her cheeks were flushed pink. “What exactly do you mean by rough?”

Her words were strained, and in that moment, I regretted the little swat as much as I enjoyed watching the red handprint form on her ass. How could I explain what I wanted without scaring her out of my bed? Olivia Bridge wasn’t a virgin, but she had a lot to learn about the way I played. There was only one way to teach her…

When I pushed her legs apart, she opened for me, giving me a glorious view of her bare *. Her chest moved under rapid uneven breaths.

“I’m going to give you a taste of how I like it, princess. If you like it too, I’ll give you more than you can handle. If you don’t, you tell me, and I’ll f*ck you slow and sweet like Prince Charming. How does that sound?”

I dropped down on my elbows, hovering above her. I gazed into her hooded blue eyes. Every inch of my flesh buzzed with need.

She licked her lips absently.

“I like you vulnerable, Olivia. Never be afraid to show me that side of you.”

I slid my palm over the curve of her cheek and drew massaging circles around the knot of her jaw. Our lips brushed together, and I inhaled her next breath. “I’m going to take care of you, princess.”

“I know,” she whispered, softening as she wove her fingers through my hair.

I lined myself up to take her fast and hard, inching into her tight heat. I was barely inside her. Her flesh hugged the tip of my aching cock. “God, you feel good,” I murmured. Then, feeling no resistance from her wet *, I slammed home.

Her jaw fell with a silent cry. I didn’t wait. I couldn’t wait. I drove hard, again and again, melding our bodies together, sinking her into the bed as I sank into her.

She was tight, primed for everything I wanted to give her. Her body wrapped around me in every way, arms and legs and her beautiful wet cunt hugging my cock.

Fuck, she was so ready and willing, open and vulnerable, trusting in what I hadn’t yet been able to show her. And the way she’d given in to me was perfection next to the dozen or so scenarios I’d played out in my sordid fantasies.

She dug her heels into my thighs, urging me faster and harder.

God, she was ready…and waiting.

“You want to come for me already, don’t you, sweetheart?”