Over the Edge (Bridge #3)(42)

“Let’s go home,” I said, desperate to get a bed under us.

“No. Here. I can’t wait.”

My gaze flickered up to his. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Dad always wanted me to bring a girl home to meet the family. Here you are. Close enough.”

I smiled, and he tugged my shirt and bra off, giving my nipples a teasing pinch. He knelt down, undid my jeans and pulled them to my feet. He kissed my thighs and belly on his way back up. When he stood before me, he sifted his fingers through my hair, angling me to meet his molten gaze.

“And every time I walk in here, I want to remember this moment. The war you won inside yourself. How perfect you feel in my arms…all around me.”

Tying me even further to this place that held such importance in his world felt dangerous, but I was too high on Ian and this perfect night to say no. He stepped away to unzip a duffle bag in the corner of the room. He pulled out a thick blanket and laid it on the floor. I went to him, my body flushed with heat, my heart skipping every other beat in his presence.

As he stripped, I lay down on the blanket and waited for him, enjoying the view a little more with each passing second. The man’s body would make sculptors weep. When he came to me, he wasted no time divesting me of my panties and burying his gorgeous face between my legs. I gasped, unprepared for his savage hunger. He nudged my thighs wider.

“Open up for me. I want to see every inch of you, baby.”

I obeyed, and in seconds, his velvet tongue against my sensitive tissues had me riding the edge of an orgasm. The hint of teeth against my clit pushed me over. I arched higher, and my cries echoed off the studio walls. As I came down, he lifted away and rolled on a condom. Sated as I might have been, I was counting down the seconds until he was inside me.

He moved up my body and took my mouth in a fevered kiss. My taste lingered on his lips, mingling with his as we devoured each other. Our tongues dueled, chasing and tasting. I held him to me, touching and tugging. Suddenly he couldn’t be close enough. When he pulled away enough to look into my eyes, his were hooded with lust and soft with emotion.

“I don’t know how to say it. It sounds crazy…but I want to love you, Liv,” he whispered roughly, like the words hurt to say. He closed his eyes and swallowed. “I’m not sure I know how.”

My heart twisted painfully in my chest, like a tornado of emotion powering through me. I wanted to love him too. Every cell in my body wanted that. My mind shouted yes.

I couldn’t deny him something I wanted so badly too. I cradled his face in my palms, accepting the fall where a different me would have fought it. I gazed into those captivating gray eyes and let myself feel it all.

I brushed my fingertips over his full parted lips. “You’re loving me right now.”

A wordless moment passed between us. I grazed my touch down his chest, floating over the hard ridges of his abdomen, until I reached his cock. I positioned him against my slit and moved my hips to urge him to me.

Taking my lead, he began moving into me slowly. His heated gaze held mine. I stretched around his thick penetration. He tunneled deeper and claimed more of me as I savored the sensual glide of our bodies becoming one. With every inch gained, he retreated fully before sliding into me again. The maddening rhythm ensured I was ready for everything he gave me.

With one hand, he held his weight above me. He slid the other under my lower back, protecting me from the hard floor. I lifted my hips into his careful thrusts, desperate for the pinnacle moment when we joined completely.

“This is more than sex, Liv. Tell me you know that.”

I gripped his shoulder tightly. “I know.”

The sex was unmatched, but he was right. We’d crossed over into something that meant so much more. Because it did, I was quickly losing my mind to the intensity of the moment.

“You feel so good…” I closed my eyes, the buzz of our closeness lighting up under my skin everywhere we touched.

When I opened them, he brushed his lips over mine tenderly, filling my lungs with his smoky scent.

“I could stay inside you for hours, baby.” His muscles bunched and flexed as he buried himself inside me completely with a shaky sigh. “Fucking you… Christ, it’s better than anything I’ve ever experienced. Can’t wait to feel you come apart around me. I want to take you there, over and over again.”

I gasped at the feel of him reaching the deepest part of me.

His rhythm picked up. My walls clamped down around him, adding an intense friction to every invasion. I clawed at his tight skin, wild with the sensations rocketing through me. A frenetic heat skittered over my skin and pulsed heavy at my core. I craved more the way I craved the release that would bring it all to an end.

“Ian!” I trembled beneath him, anchored by his powerful drives.

Banding an arm around my hips, he f*cked me harder and at an angle that sent me into orbit. Colors flashed behind my eyes. Seizing around his cock, I screamed the air from my lungs and clung to him through the powerful release.

He slowed his undulations as I came down, but he was still thick and hard inside me.

“Did you come?” I asked breathlessly.

His lips curved up into a wicked smile. “Not yet, baby. I want to see if I can make you scream my name a few more times. Can you take it?”

He flexed inside me, putting pressure on the place inside that threatened to make me come on the spot. I bit my lip, aching for the stroke of his cock against that spot, again and again.