Over the Edge (Bridge #3)(16)
“Yes,” she whimpered. She clenched down around me, and her lip trembled.
As much as I wanted to make this last and draw out her pleasure, nothing about being inside Olivia was making me want to slow down. I closed my eyes, savoring the delicious grip of her body on me. “Come for me.”
She moaned softly and pressed her nails into my flesh. I pumped harder, slamming my hips to hers. I tensed my jaw, trying like hell to exercise restraint, but she’d given me no reason to. Her eyes closed and her chin went heavenward as a throaty moan escaped her lips.
Heaven help me. Desire rushed down my spine. Heat raced like fire through my veins. And I had a clear premonition that the look on her face would be indelible on my mind for a very long time.
The orgasm seemed to swallow the air from my lungs, sweeping down into my throbbing cock. I banded my arm around her hips and drove until I felt the end of her. She screamed, and a violent tremor shook her body.
After a few deep thrusts, I came hard, shouting her name into the tornado of sex and mindless delirium that filled the air around us. Somewhere in the haze, I wished I could have come inside her and marked that place that made her shake…as mine and only mine.
Chapter Five
IAN
The vodka had just about worn off, but the Red Bulls hadn’t. The sun had been up for an hour when I stopped staring at the ceiling and finally went to the kitchen. I’d spent the night throwing back some drinks and talking shit with pals from work. I’d even talked to a few women that I could have pursued, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Liv in Will’s bed. The potent visual flooded my thoughts every time I contemplated bringing someone home.
Thousands of pretty girls in New York, but the irrefutable truth was that no one could hold a candle to Olivia Bridge. She wasn’t a diamond in the rough. She was just a f*cking diamond—beautiful, refined, smart. A prize for any man.
Except she was Darren’s sister…and Will’s new f*cktoy.
It had been a late night at the bar, extended further by a few more hours of listening to Liv’s primal screams. I’d been hard half the night, and now my body refused to succumb to sleep.
I scowled and pushed scrambled eggs around a frying pan, eager to satisfy at least one of my basic instincts.
I’d never had anything but an easy camaraderie with Will, but right now I f*cking hated the man. I hated him for being the one to have her last night. If I hadn’t been so honorable for once in my life, I’d have been the one making her scream my name.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
I turned, and Liv was standing in the middle of the kitchen, wearing nothing but a white T-shirt that she was tugging down at the hem. Her makeup had worn off. Her hair was tousled, her lips were full, and her skin glowed. She was impossibly beautiful.
I took a deep breath and reminded myself to be good—whatever the hell that meant. For the moment, I’d try to pretend like I hadn’t heard her in the throes of ecstasy for hours. I wouldn’t let on that I’d spent those hours fantasizing about all the ways I could take her over the edge, with or without Will.
I cleared my throat. “You hungry?”
She chewed her lip and eyed the food cooking on the stove. “A little, actually.”
“Sit.” I motioned toward the stools that lined the kitchen island. “I’ll make you a plate.”
She took a seat and tucked her hair behind her ear shyly. I turned away and tried to focus on the task at hand. But having her in the same room was distracting as f*ck. Either that or I was still half drunk.
I finished cooking the eggs and the sausages that sizzled on the burner and made us each a plate. We ate in silence, and as the minutes passed, the tension saturated the air between us. She was close enough to touch, and that’s all I could think about—tangling my fingers in her hair and kissing her breathless.
When she finished, she set down her fork and pushed her plate away. “I wanted to thank you for your…discretion,” she said quietly, breaking me from my single-minded thoughts.
“Thank you for yours.”
Her brow wrinkled.
“Darren pretty much forbade me from even looking at you. It’s been nice to cheat a little. Even if he’ll skin me alive if he ever knew what I know.”
She blushed with a small smile. “You saved his life. Hopefully he’d forgive you. I doubt he’d forgive me.”
“Big brothers are overprotective. I get it. I’ve got four little sisters.”
“Yeah…” She picked up one of the little green fruits that were piled into a bowl on the counter. She rolled it between her fingers, studying it, but her thoughts seemed far away.
“Try one,” I said, grabbing one for myself.
“What are they?”
“Quenepa. I get them at the Caribbean market down the street. Reminds me of the Dominican. They call them limoncillo there. Little kids would sell them on the beach, and I ate them like crazy.” I cracked the green skin of one with my teeth before popping the sweet fruit into my mouth.
“Did you grow up there?”
I worked the flesh off the fruit and removed the seed, reaching for another.
“No, my mom did, though. I used to spend summers there with my sisters to see family. You know, until we grew up and had to find real jobs.” I smirked, but something told me she didn’t know that much about summer jobs. Darren was as down to earth as they came, but he and his siblings were born into money. The kind of money I knew nothing about.