Over the Edge (Bridge #3)(26)

“Yes.” Her voice was a whisper.

OLIVIA



I was up against years of careful upbringing, a lifetime of meticulous plans and decisions made to ensure a future as close to perfection as one could attain.

And in the space of minutes, Will had stripped me down, physically and in every other way. I was naked and raw, as bare as my desire. Bound yet somehow freer than I’d ever felt before.

Despite being plagued with doubts most of the night, when I was in his arms, I was ready to let go. I was tired of overthinking and worrying about every potential misstep. Being with Will had been nothing but liberating, stimulating in more ways than one.

I felt safe, and deep down, I did trust him. The good girl inside me warned me to be careful, screamed “no” when my body screamed “yes.” But the woman he had uncovered wasn’t good anymore. She was a shell of need, and she wanted to be filled—with life and experience and the kind of toe-curling pleasure that only Will had given me.

He was pushing inside me in seconds, making me his all over again.

“Fuck,” I gasped at the searing pleasure of our bodies coming together. My thirst for more curled around the incredible sensation of him filling me—completely and so perfectly. I expected him to come at me like he had before, fast and hard, but the way he moved felt deliberate and meaningful. He brought our hips together slowly, joining us inch by inch and pulling back again.

His lips hovered over mine. “Olivia…say it again. Say yes. I need to hear it. I need to know it’s what you want.”

I’d already given in, but I’d give in a thousand times for a minute of this kind of bliss.

I whimpered as he thrust again.

“Yes…I’m yours.”

He stilled. I could feel his heart racing against my chest. His eyes were dark with need, shadowed by the messy locks that fell off his forehead. His expression was tight and vulnerable at once.

He didn’t say a word, only pressed his lips against mine. Soft at first, and then firmer, until I could taste his tongue. I kissed him with everything I had until he broke away.

“You’re goddamn right you’re mine.”

In the haze of desire, something in my heart twisted. The last of my resistance melted into pure surrender. His hands were everywhere then, pushing my hands down as he drove hard, rocking into my body. Pulling my hips up to meet his fierce drives, he f*cked me straight into oblivion.

I moaned his name between my cries of ecstasy. Nothing had ever felt so amazing, so complete.

He wrapped his muscular arms around me, holding me tight and bracing me against his rough movements. “I’m not letting you go. Can’t…won’t…”

I felt his strength and his passion in every touch, every undulation pulling me deeper into feelings I didn’t want to think about. Our flesh was slick with sweat. I twisted my wrists in the bonds of the belt, and the pinpricks of discomfort only added to the intensity of the moment. Something about giving him this much control had me spiraling out of my mind and into my body, owned so completely by his.

“Don’t let me go. Oh, God, don’t stop… Will!”

I shattered. The orgasm seemed to swallow me whole, taking me under, suspending space and time.

My broken cry echoed off the walls and fed his passion. He sped up and hit a place inside that had me quaking in his arms, crashing into another powerful release before the other had even waned. He shoved into me so hard I didn’t know where he ended and I began. We were one, and I was coming longer and harder than I ever had in my life.

His abs and every other muscle bunched and tensed. With a curse, he buried himself inside me one last time with a low moan.

My head buzzed. Only our breathing and the faint sounds of the city outside filled the air. After several minutes, he lifted on his elbow and stared down at me. His skin was flushed and his grin wicked.

“You came without me, princess.”

Whoops.

“Does that mean you’re going to…punish me?” My tone was teasing but held a glimmer of the fear I felt. He’d threatened punishment before, but I wasn’t quite sure what that meant.

He laughed out a breath. “Sure does. As soon as I catch my breath.”

His erection hadn’t flagged, so I silently hoped my punishment involved more pleasure than pain.

A second later, he rose and disappeared into my little adjoining bathroom. He returned, reached for his jeans, and tossed another condom on the sheets. His weight dipped the bed as he came for me.

“Let’s see what we else can do with that belt.”

IAN



I had a few days off, which meant my time belonged to the side work that Will needed. The renovation was moving at a steady clip, and I had to catch up when I could between shifts at the station.

I was working on the master bath in the penthouse condo above the new home of Bridge Fitness. The floor was nearly done—a simple design that came around a custom centerpiece that I hadn’t figured out quite yet. Will had given me creative license to come up with something that hopefully he’d like. For being the bossy type, he didn’t seem to have a lot of specific preferences regarding this particular aesthetic, which was fine by me.

As I laid out materials to start my work for the day, Will came into the room, his boots scuffing along the subfloor. “We need to talk.”