Over the Edge (Bridge #3)(60)

She nodded. “Definitely an upgrade from your current place, which is phenomenal too. You deserve this, though.”

“So do you.”

She stilled, her gaze sliding between Ian and me. “What do you mean?”

“We want you to move in. Here. With us,” Ian said.

Her lips parted and her chest moved under a sharp intake of breath. “Are you serious about this?”

I took her hand and drew her closer to me.

“We’re serious. We talked about it, and this is what we want. Like it or not, spending time at your place is going to make things uncomfortable for your family. They may be able to live with it, but they’re not necessarily going to like it. And this place is big enough for all of us. It makes more sense for you to call this home.”

“I—”

I pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. “Don’t say you have to think about it. Just say yes.”

A slow smile spread across her face. “God, you’re so bossy. I was going to say yes.”

She nipped at my fingertip, and I groaned. Desire and relief flooded me. Everything was falling into place. Everything felt right, yet I wanted more. Before I decided to haul her to bed this instant, Ian took her hand and tugged her away.

“There’s more. Let’s give you the tour.”

I exhaled a frustrated breath and followed behind as Ian led her room by room until we hit the master, one of the most impressive rooms in part because it was the only room totally furnished. Against one wall was a giant bed that I’d had custom made. Covered with a porcelain-blue silk duvet, the bed dominated the space while leaving plenty of room for the other furniture that I’d had purchased.

“So this is your room,” I said.

Her jaw fell. Her hand went to her chest. “My room?”

I kept my stance casual, even though I was reveling in every second of her surprise and delight.

“We figured it made the most sense to give you the master. I’m also assuming you have the greatest need for an enormous walk-in closet. Ian and I will both have our own rooms, and we can share this space with you as much or as little as you want.”

Tears glimmered in her eyes. “Will, this is too much.”

“You’ll have to get used to too much when it comes to us.”

She ran her fingers over the bedspread as she passed, walking quickly to the master closet, disappearing inside with a little squeal. After a few minutes, Ian coaxed her out and into the master bath, which featured its own soaking tub and an enormous shower with more rain heads than I could count.

Under our feet, an elaborate herringbone pattern made of Spanish marble intersected around a custom centerpiece. Honey onyx slivers formed a shimmering design, a golden crown—neither feminine nor masculine, but regal and elegant. Ian had done exceptionally well. His work in this room alone had earned him a place in the penthouse, even if Olivia’s happiness didn’t demand it.

“You like it?”

I asked the question that seemed to rest on the edge of Ian’s lips. He was silent, looking at Olivia like she was the last woman on earth.

She brought her hand to her mouth as she gazed down at the elaborate design. “I don’t have any words. Ian, you did this?”

He stepped closer, circling his arm around her. “Will wanted something special in here. It came together this way almost like it was meant to be.”

“It’s beautiful…truly. I love it.”

She turned into his embrace, and he wasted no time kissing her breathless.

All too eager to relish in the delights of her body, I came behind her. I traced along the zipper that would free her from the dress. She whimpered against Ian’s mouth as he kissed her deeper, and I curved my hand over her ass. I leaned close so my mouth hovered over her ear.

“It’s bedtime, princess.”

She arched, pushing her ass against my front, driving me f*cking wild in the process. I gripped her hip firmly, trying to get hold of the fantasies I was entertaining of ripping the dress clean off her body and bending her over the vanity until I found my pleasure.

Before I could consider acting on my fantasies, she turned. Her dark hair swept over Ian’s forearm as she nestled easily in his arms. Her eyelashes were low. Lust glinted in her eyes as he nibbled and sucked along the column of her neck. She melted against him with a sigh, and I imagined her * getting wet and aching to be filled.

In that moment, I could feel her heat against me. I could revel in the small surrender of her body and her will. Seeing her with Ian reflected my own heaven, because I’d already known it. Her happiness, her pleasure, her experience—all of it multiplied when we were both here, willing to share and eager to deliver.

“We’re going to claim you everywhere tonight. Are you ready for that?”

Her chest moved under quickening breaths. She nodded slightly.

“Say it.”

“I’m ready.”

I held out my hand and she took it. I pulled her away from Ian and into the bedroom. She followed, her hips moving sensually with the motion. I ached to touch her, to haul her against me and show her what she did to me. Instead, I spun her and pressured her forward so her chest hit the bed, her ass pushed up high, begging for my hands and my cock.

Ian began undressing, tossing his jacket and shirt onto a plush chair that sat in the corner of the room.