The corner of Will’s mouth lifted. That small sign of levity lifted away a little more of my anxiety about what he’d walked in on.
But what the hell was I thinking? There was something really wrong with me. Apparently lust was a contagious disease that had taken over my mind and my body since I’d met Will. He’d kept me up late, and just as I’d slip off to sleep, he’d come at me again. I’d welcomed it. I’d opened for him, accepted him, let him bring me to the brink again and again and then push me over until I barely knew my own name. I seemed to only know his, crying it out like a prayer every time he’d let me come.
The man fucked like a god, and now, after months of no action, I couldn’t get sex off my brain. One look at Ian’s shirtless tattooed body had me clenching in places that were already very well used. And even if I’d only spent a night with Will, somehow those places already seemed to belong to him. But did they?
I brought my hand to my mouth, trying to ignore the tingle in my lips that Ian’s closeness had inspired. Like the truly wanton creature I’d become, I had wanted him to kiss me. There was no doubt.
Ian disappeared down the hallway into his room, and Will was watching me now. My heart thundered in my ears. I wanted to say something, but his careful gaze seemed to say it all. He walked over to me casually, taking Ian’s place in my bubble and caging me with his arms on either side.
Shaking his head with a soft sigh, he said, “Oh, Olivia. Beautiful, sexy girl. What are we going to do with you? I leave you alone for a few minutes, and Ian has you in his clutches.”
I expected an edge in his tone. Bitterness or a hint of anger. But I sensed nothing like that. Still, I was riddled with unexpected guilt.
“It was nothing,” I said, trying to convince myself of my own words.
“A kiss?”
“He didn’t kiss me.”
He cocked his head, his gaze fixed on my lips. “An almost kiss? You wanted his lips on you though.” He traced the bow of my mouth. “I’ll bet you wanted even more than that.”
Was he teasing me? Taunting me because less than twenty-four hours into our purely sexual relationship, I’d nearly betrayed him? Was exclusivity implied? We hadn’t negotiated those terms.
“Will…I’m sorry.”
He hushed me, pressing his finger to my lips. His thoughtful gaze seemed to search mine. I was exhausted, aroused, and completely mixed up. I hadn’t even been with Will long enough to comprehend what it would be like to lose his presence from my life. Inherently I knew I didn’t want that. But I had no idea how far I’d let things go with Ian. That alone frightened me.
“I don’t know what came over me. He just…”
“He wants you. The way I want you.”
A silent moment passed between us, those few words lingering and echoing through me. He bent and kissed me softly. He lowered his hand to the tender place between my legs, where I was shamefully wet.
His eyes went dark, and all signs of humor left his expression. “I don’t care if Ian started this. I’m going to finish it. Because I can’t get enough of you right now.”
In one swift movement, he lifted me onto the island. My heart couldn’t slow down.
“Are you sore?” He shoved the hem of the shirt up.
“A little, but—”
“Lie back.”
I froze. I was naked under his shirt. And we were far from alone in the apartment.
He lifted an eyebrow and spoke with more force. “Lie. Back.”
I lay back on the granite as he spread me. “What are you— Ah!”
His mouth landed between my legs. He centered his tongue on my pool of arousal, spreading moisture up and over my clit. I tensed, but he held my thighs apart, continuing his assault on my pussy.
He moaned against me. “Christ, you taste good.”
I sighed. The counter was cool and hard against my back, a stark contrast to the heat and softness of his mouth as he ate me like a starving man.
I was barreling into the orgasm before I could think better of our position and my vulnerability… But he probably liked that. Maybe that was what this thing with Ian was about—capitalizing on a weak moment. But hell, if this was my punishment, I could handle it.
I threaded my fingers through Will’s hair, holding him to me as I shifted my hips against his mouth. I swore nothing in my life had ever felt this purely…erotic.
I had no idea what made me open my eyes.
I sensed Ian before I saw him. His energy drew my gaze toward his. As Will moved between my legs, Ian’s muscular frame filled the threshold to the hallway that led to his room. His hands pressed against the walls on either side. His dark lips were parted and wet.