Her jaw fell with a silent cry. I didn’t wait. I couldn’t wait. I drove hard, again and again, melding our bodies together, sinking her into the bed as I sank into her.
She was tight, primed for everything I wanted to give her. Her body wrapped around me in every way, arms and legs and her beautiful wet cunt hugging my cock.
Fuck, she was so ready and willing, open and vulnerable, trusting in what I hadn’t yet been able to show her. And the way she’d given in to me was perfection next to the dozen or so scenarios I’d played out in my sordid fantasies.
She dug her heels into my thighs, urging me faster and harder.
God, she was ready…and waiting.
“You want to come for me already, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. She clenched down around me, and her lip trembled.
As much as I wanted to make this last and draw out her pleasure, nothing about being inside Olivia was making me want to slow down. I closed my eyes, savoring the delicious grip of her body on me. “Come for me.”
She moaned softly and pressed her nails into my flesh. I pumped harder, slamming my hips to hers. I tensed my jaw, trying like hell to exercise restraint, but she’d given me no reason to. Her eyes closed and her chin went heavenward as a throaty moan escaped her lips.
Heaven help me. Desire rushed down my spine. Heat raced like fire through my veins. And I had a clear premonition that the look on her face would be indelible on my mind for a very long time.
The orgasm seemed to swallow the air from my lungs, sweeping down into my throbbing cock. I banded my arm around her hips and drove until I felt the end of her. She screamed, and a violent tremor shook her body.
After a few deep thrusts, I came hard, shouting her name into the tornado of sex and mindless delirium that filled the air around us. Somewhere in the haze, I wished I could have come inside her and marked that place that made her shake…as mine and only mine.
Chapter Five
IAN
The vodka had just about worn off, but the Red Bulls hadn’t. The sun had been up for an hour when I stopped staring at the ceiling and finally went to the kitchen. I’d spent the night throwing back some drinks and talking shit with pals from work. I’d even talked to a few women that I could have pursued, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Liv in Will’s bed. The potent visual flooded my thoughts every time I contemplated bringing someone home.
Thousands of pretty girls in New York, but the irrefutable truth was that no one could hold a candle to Olivia Bridge. She wasn’t a diamond in the rough. She was just a fucking diamond—beautiful, refined, smart. A prize for any man.
Except she was Darren’s sister…and Will’s new fucktoy.
It had been a late night at the bar, extended further by a few more hours of listening to Liv’s primal screams. I’d been hard half the night, and now my body refused to succumb to sleep.
I scowled and pushed scrambled eggs around a frying pan, eager to satisfy at least one of my basic instincts.
I’d never had anything but an easy camaraderie with Will, but right now I fucking hated the man. I hated him for being the one to have her last night. If I hadn’t been so honorable for once in my life, I’d have been the one making her scream my name.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
I turned, and Liv was standing in the middle of the kitchen, wearing nothing but a white T-shirt that she was tugging down at the hem. Her makeup had worn off. Her hair was tousled, her lips were full, and her skin glowed. She was impossibly beautiful.
I took a deep breath and reminded myself to be good—whatever the hell that meant. For the moment, I’d try to pretend like I hadn’t heard her in the throes of ecstasy for hours. I wouldn’t let on that I’d spent those hours fantasizing about all the ways I could take her over the edge, with or without Will.
I cleared my throat. “You hungry?”
She chewed her lip and eyed the food cooking on the stove. “A little, actually.”
“Sit.” I motioned toward the stools that lined the kitchen island. “I’ll make you a plate.”
She took a seat and tucked her hair behind her ear shyly. I turned away and tried to focus on the task at hand. But having her in the same room was distracting as fuck. Either that or I was still half drunk.
I finished cooking the eggs and the sausages that sizzled on the burner and made us each a plate. We ate in silence, and as the minutes passed, the tension saturated the air between us. She was close enough to touch, and that’s all I could think about—tangling my fingers in her hair and kissing her breathless.
When she finished, she set down her fork and pushed her plate away. “I wanted to thank you for your…discretion,” she said quietly, breaking me from my single-minded thoughts.
“Thank you for yours.”
Her brow wrinkled.
“Darren pretty much forbade me from even looking at you. It’s been nice to cheat a little. Even if he’ll skin me alive if he ever knew what I know.”
She blushed with a small smile. “You saved his life. Hopefully he’d forgive you. I doubt he’d forgive me.”