Over the Edge (Bridge #3)(64)
Watching her writhe and slide over the sheets was making my dick hard. Fuck, I couldn’t stop myself though. I dipped my finger into her velvet heat, now slick with her arousal.
“Does this hurt?”
She shook her head, desire hooding her gaze. I slipped a second finger into her and felt her clench around me. I pushed in a little deeper, wondering if she was sorer than she let on.
Will and I had attempted to go slow and gentle, but in the heat of the moment, neither of us could hold back from f*cking her hard and fast, unable to cage the beasts that hungered for primal, violent sex.
Now she was slick and primed for me. The lips of her * were swollen, pink, and glistening.
“Goddamnit, I want you.”
“Then take me,” she whispered huskily, not a shred of doubt in her voice.
I cursed as I left her to dig a condom out of my suit pants pocket. I groaned with frustration because all I wanted to do was slide into her bare and feel her wet heat hugging my cock. I came back to the bed and rolled the damn thing on in a rush.
“I’m pretty sure I speak for Will when I say I’m ready to be done f*cking you with these.”
Without waiting for a response, I dropped down over her and sucked a rosy nipple into my mouth. I squeezed and licked and sucked each of her perfect breasts until she whimpered and bucked her hips against me. Moving up her body, I took her mouth in a hungry kiss. My cock nestled against her *, like it knew exactly where it wanted to be. Now, tomorrow, always…
“You’re the only one I want to be with, Liv, and I’ll get every test under the sun to prove that you can be safe with me. When I come, I want it to be inside you. Do we have enough trust between us to do that?”
She brought her hands to my face and drew lines along my jaw. “I love you and I trust you, Ian. Soon, though, I promise.”
Satisfied, I took her mouth again, sealing us together. The fantasy of f*cking her bare was potent enough to make me forget I wasn’t. I nibbled at her lips and sucked her tongue, joining us completely. I lost myself in loving her. She was so close, under my skin, and around my heart.
No one had ever felt this perfect. No one but her…
“Harder,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around my hips.
The world narrowed to only her and that look of surrender awash her features. Then I was lost. Restraint left me along with my last shred of sanity. I surged into her until I felt her ripple around me.
“Anything you want. Everything you want…”
OLIVIA
I drew my brush in a grand sweep of mahogany paint across the wall, forming the outline of a great tree. The majestic oak, adorned with imperfections and knots, would be the focal point for the mural. It would become a home for fantastic creatures that lived in the little world I was drawing for my nephew. Outside the walls of this nursery, a splendid city sprawled. Here, he could live in a world of nature and fantasy.
After weeks of struggling, I’d woken up with a vision for the wall. I’d come home from another night spent at the penthouse, gathered my old paints, and went up to Cam and Maya’s apartment to get started.
The smell of the paints and the ritual of preparing my palette for another section of the mural brought me to an almost Zen-like state as I worked.
When I’d begun, I didn’t hesitate like I had at the studio. The fear I’d lived with for so long had seemingly vanished, leaving only a fierce desire to create in its wake. It was as if, after a quick refresher, I’d relearned a fundamental skill. I’d reconnected with my passion as if no time had passed.
I made quick progress, but my rumbling stomach nagged at me to eat. I meandered toward the kitchen for a quick snack, when I noticed Maya on the couch, hunched over.
A flash of panic quickened my heart. “Maya, are you all right?”
She nodded. I went to her, and after a few seconds passed, she looked up, her cheeks flushed.
“Contraction. I’m okay.”
My eyes went wide. “Oh, God. Let me call Cam.”
She shook her head. “No, I’m good. I’m timing them. We still have plenty of time before I need to go the hospital.”
“Are you sure?”
Maya would know better than I would. She’d read every baby magazine on every shelf front to back. I knew she was due in a week, but beyond that, I was clueless.
She exhaled loudly and leaned back on the couch with her eyes closed. “I’m sure. I’d rather stay here and labor as long as I can before I go in.”
I worried, but agreed to wait to contact Cam. No doubt he’d totally freak out as soon as he knew she was in labor.
I ate a quick snack, packed up my supplies, and spent the next two hours comforting her through every contraction until they were close enough that we could call Cam.
As expected, he was at the apartment in record time, rushing through the house for last-minute things to throw in the hospital bag. He drove all of us, and I held Maya’s hand through the contractions that came and went on the journey.
Once they were settled in their own hospital room, I quietly excused myself. I could have held Maya’s hand until the baby came, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to witness childbirth. Beyond that, Cameron was the one who should be with her. Until I’d fallen in love, I hadn’t known two people to love each other so hard. I knew they were destined to be together. Nothing could shake that belief.