Over the Edge (Bridge #3)(35)

Ian’s rhythm sped up. “I’m there, baby. Come for me.”

I felt him in a deeper place, and then I shattered into a million little pieces. I screamed Ian’s name. Unintelligible sounds fell from my lips and flew across the room like shards of glass. Reflections of light and desire cut through me like a sharp blade.

Light-headed and wilted with my release, I wanted to melt into the ground when Ian slipped out of me. Will stood, lifting me on my knees. I held my palms to his thighs to keep my weak balance.

“Now you’re mine.”

The certainty in his tone raced along my sensitive nerves.

He fisted his cock, and I opened for him. Still recovering from my orgasm but dedicated to his, I welcomed him back into me—his hard heat, his firm hand moving me how he liked. Fast penetrating strokes. Until only he moved and I received the brunt of his movements.

“Now,” he groaned. “Take all of me.”

I relaxed my mouth and let the next few strokes push to the back of my throat.

“Fuck. Fuck!” His curses hit the air as his salty release spilled into my mouth.

I swallowed, stroking my tongue over his pulsing erection until he pulled me off again. His knees buckled, and he fell back into the chair. His cock rested against his belly, still glistening from his come and my mouth. Satisfaction hummed through me from the inside out. He caught his breath a moment and held my stare through his half-lidded eyes.

“Don’t you look like the cat who ate the canary?”

A smile curved my mouth. “I ate two. Do I get extra credit for that?”

He laughed roughly and let his head fall back again. “Olivia…you get extra everything for that. I’m not nearly finished with you.”

WILL



Faceless men surrounded me. Suits and bare feet, hands clasped politely at their front. And ahead of me an open wall. A busy street lined with trees and people passing by. Except this place was dark and cold. Small and crowded, but somehow it felt abandoned, forgotten.

I needed to get out. I didn’t feel entirely in control of my body, but my legs moved me toward the opening in the wall. Olivia was there suddenly, standing still as strangers passed by her in groups and pairs. She had a look in her eyes like something had gone wrong. I moved more quickly because I needed to fix it. I needed to take that look away. But I hit an invisible barrier before I could reach her. Glass, so perfect and clear I couldn’t have seen it before.

I pounded my fists against it. I shouted her name, but the sound only echoed off the dark-gray walls. The faceless men began to shift, moving closer. But I had nowhere to go.

I couldn’t breathe, like the oxygen suddenly had been sucked out of the room.

“Olivia!”

I screamed her name. I didn’t think she could hear me, but she came closer. The bodies on the street pushed her back and forth. The faceless men were close, too close. I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me back into the darkness. I scrambled out of the man’s grasp, desperate for Olivia to reach me.

There was no escape, but something told me she was the answer, my only hope.

I flattened my palms against the glass, and then she was there. She reached up, mirroring my position, tears brimming her eyes.

I could feel her warmth through the glass. Then her skin.

Our fingers intertwined as the barrier miraculously disappeared.

Air rushed into my aching lungs, and I hauled her against me. I could feel her, smell her sweet scent. Relief flooded me, and when I opened my eyes again, only we were on the street. No men in suits, no gray room.

Her cool blue eyes held me, her dark-brown hair flew in the wind, and her arms came around my waist as we held each other.

She was home in a sea of strangers. Safety in the wake of a nightmare that had disappeared with her touch.



I opened my eyes to the darkness. The impossible threats in the nightmare had my heart beating wildly in my chest. Olivia was curled up beside me, her head nuzzled against my shoulder. Her hand rested on my stomach. I repositioned her palm to my heart, willing the damn thing to slow down.

What the f*ck was that all about anyway? I had no clue. All I knew was that I was damn glad the beautiful woman in my dream had somehow saved me. I drew in another deep breath and closed my eyes. I tried to relax and slip back to sleep, but I couldn’t yet. The dream still felt too real.

So did the feel of Olivia against me, holding me, saving me…

I was too tired to question why she’d been able to. All I knew was I wanted her again. My need to have her never seemed to wane, and now… Now something other than primal desire drove my actions. I was unsettled, and somewhere inside my tired brain, I knew being inside her would make the world right again.

I turned, rolling her gingerly to her back. She moaned sleepily and fell against my pillow. God help me, she was beautiful. Every inch of perfection…a dream. Except real, in my bed, in my arms.

Ian had taken off after our earlier rendezvous, as he usually did in the evenings. Didn’t stop me from making love to her half the night. I still wanted her, yearned for her like the air I’d been deprived of in the dream.

I lowered and captured her lips. I tasted her, breathed her in. Sex and rain. And goddamn, she was mine.

I moved down her body, taking position between her thighs. I licked her roughly, too impatient to let her body catch up with my desire. Her small cry filled the room, and she lifted her * against my mouth.