Over the Edge (Bridge #3)(18)

“A kiss?”

“He didn’t kiss me.”

He cocked his head, his gaze fixed on my lips. “An almost kiss? You wanted his lips on you though.” He traced the bow of my mouth. “I’ll bet you wanted even more than that.”

Was he teasing me? Taunting me because less than twenty-four hours into our purely sexual relationship, I’d nearly betrayed him? Was exclusivity implied? We hadn’t negotiated those terms.

“Will…I’m sorry.”

He hushed me, pressing his finger to my lips. His thoughtful gaze seemed to search mine. I was exhausted, aroused, and completely mixed up. I hadn’t even been with Will long enough to comprehend what it would be like to lose his presence from my life. Inherently I knew I didn’t want that. But I had no idea how far I’d let things go with Ian. That alone frightened me.

“I don’t know what came over me. He just…”

“He wants you. The way I want you.”

A silent moment passed between us, those few words lingering and echoing through me. He bent and kissed me softly. He lowered his hand to the tender place between my legs, where I was shamefully wet.

His eyes went dark, and all signs of humor left his expression. “I don’t care if Ian started this. I’m going to finish it. Because I can’t get enough of you right now.”

In one swift movement, he lifted me onto the island. My heart couldn’t slow down.

“Are you sore?” He shoved the hem of the shirt up.

“A little, but—”

“Lie back.”

I froze. I was naked under his shirt. And we were far from alone in the apartment.

He lifted an eyebrow and spoke with more force. “Lie. Back.”

I lay back on the granite as he spread me. “What are you— Ah!”

His mouth landed between my legs. He centered his tongue on my pool of arousal, spreading moisture up and over my clit. I tensed, but he held my thighs apart, continuing his assault on my *.

He moaned against me. “Christ, you taste good.”

I sighed. The counter was cool and hard against my back, a stark contrast to the heat and softness of his mouth as he ate me like a starving man.

I was barreling into the orgasm before I could think better of our position and my vulnerability… But he probably liked that. Maybe that was what this thing with Ian was about—capitalizing on a weak moment. But hell, if this was my punishment, I could handle it.

I threaded my fingers through Will’s hair, holding him to me as I shifted my hips against his mouth. I swore nothing in my life had ever felt this purely…erotic.

I had no idea what made me open my eyes.

I sensed Ian before I saw him. His energy drew my gaze toward his. As Will moved between my legs, Ian’s muscular frame filled the threshold to the hallway that led to his room. His hands pressed against the walls on either side. His dark lips were parted and wet.

He was watching, like a goddamn voyeur. And because I was drunk on lust, I didn’t care. And I didn’t think. My hands left Will’s dirty-blond locks. I skimmed up my thighs and hips, lifting my shirt up over my breasts. Cupping each breast, I gently twisted my nipples. They were sore and sensitive from the night before, and the pain shot right to my core. I was so close…so aroused and climbing higher with every passing second.

With one hand on the wall, Ian brought his other to the place where his erection visibly grew beneath his sweatpants. He bit down on his lip and squeezed, giving me the briefest view of its impressive girth. His abs tightened with the motion, and in that moment, he was all muscle and feral lust. It was too much. Two beautiful men and their attentions fixed on me…open…vulnerable…

I moaned when Will began rotating between the pressure of his fingers and the exquisite texture of his tongue on my clit. Good God…

Something inside me detonated. I couldn’t take it. I was falling and then flying high and crashing hard into another incredible orgasm.

My eyes closed. I cried out loudly, bowing off the counter. The orgasm seemed to ride out in waves, marked by my breathless cries and Will’s dedicated lapping against my oversensitive clit.

As the pleasure tapered off, little aftershocks rippled through me. When I opened my eyes again, Ian was gone and Will stood before me. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and lifted me upright.

“I have to go,” he said breathlessly.

“But…”

I reached for him, but he caught my wrist.

“If I let you anywhere near my cock right now, I’m going to be even later than I already am.”

I pouted my lip a little. “Okay.”

“See me tonight.”

The hint of desperation in his voice made me want to give him everything. All of it, all the time.

A vague memory of me telling him he couldn’t beckon me whenever he wanted floated across my mind. I didn’t really care about that, not in my current mind-set, anyway. But through the fog, I remembered that I did have plans.

“I would, but I’m having dinner with my brothers.” Being gone last night most likely would have already raised suspicions. I couldn’t bail on our weekend dinner, even if Maya was probably going to grill me about Will again.

“Are you going to make me wait again?”

I smirked. “Not too long. I promise.”