“I don’t know what I want, Will.”
Longing and surrender came through with her words, and I knew then what I had to do.
“Let me show you what you want, Olivia. Trust me with your body and your pleasure. You don’t need to think before you act. Not with me. Give in, and let me take control of a situation you already know I can master.”
“I want to, but—”
I pulled her to me again, silencing her doubts. She moaned, kissing me deeper, shifting her hips against mine. Maybe we were done with words. Maybe I needed to show her another way…
I stood, lifted her with me, and brought her to the bedroom. I dropped her down on the bedspread, enjoying how the morning light cast a warm glow on her body. Her knees were bent and slightly parted. Her arms were high, her fingertips tangled in the mass of dark-brown locks that lay across the blue paisley bedspread.
I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it to the floor. She bit her lip as her gaze traveled the length of me. I went for my belt, pulling it swiftly from its loops.
“Sit up.”
When she moved upright, I lifted her tank top over her head. I caught her hands and looped my belt around them, securing them tightly. She didn’t flinch or question me, which I took as a promising sign.
“I’m giving you a chance to trust me,” I murmured.
I finished and tested her bonds. She was secure.
“Does that feel okay?”
Her gaze flickered up to mine. “Feels fine. Should I be worried?”
“The opposite. You should be relieved. I’m in control now, so you don’t have to be. Lie back, and let me blow your mind.”
A ghost of a smile passed over her lips, and she lay back, resting her hands above her head. I undressed and fished out a condom from my wallet. I rolled it on, noting how the ritual was already starting to piss me off. Something about Olivia made me feel uniquely possessive.
I fed the fantasy I’d had more than once about coming inside her. I didn’t seem to have much control over my primal instincts when it came to her. As she writhed on the bed in front of me, I fought the urge to spread her and take her hard and rough. Not this time. This time I had to make a point. I had to earn her trust.
I caught her foot and rested it against my chest. Her toenails were perfectly manicured and painted a pale pink. I pressed a soft kiss to the pad of each toe. Then I went to her ankle and worked my way up to her toned calf, kissing and sucking. The inside of her thigh was like satin. I licked the crease between her thigh and the hem of her panties, shifting the fabric just enough to catch the lip of her pussy with my tongue.
“Do you like this? The way I touch you and tease you?”
She sucked in a sharp breath and arched against me. “Yeah.”
I pressured her hips down to the mattress and nuzzled against the cotton panties that separated me from the object of so many indecent thoughts as of late. Olivia’s delicious pussy.
I inhaled her, smelling her arousal, catching the hint of moisture through the fabric. My cock was painfully hard, straining to be inside her.
I was losing control. I’d come here to make a point, and the only one I was making was that my cock was hardwired to respond to her scent, her touch, her everything.
“Do you trust me to do things to you that no one’s ever done before?”
She nodded, her breaths coming rapidly now.
I yanked her panties down, tearing the fabric. I moved up her body, trailing my lips over her silky skin. I hovered there, barely touching her.
“And when I’m so deep inside you that you shake and scream. Do you like that too?”
“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly.
“I want to give you that. I want to take you over the edge, over and over again. So does Ian. He wants to be the name on your lips right next to mine. Imagine feeling what you feel now, but with both of us. Two people who want to give you more pleasure than you can handle.”
The heat radiating off her body seemed to multiply. She balled her fingers into tight fists and arched her back off the bed. I closed my eyes and breathed her in, a deep intoxicating breath that was meant to calm me down but only made the beast inside me hungrier.
“Give in to me, Olivia. Give me what I want. Tell me you will.”
Neither of us could afford love. But we could have this. We could share this. Once Ian had her, heaven help me, maybe I could disconnect from some of these dangerous feelings. I’d never wanted anything or anyone so damn bad. And even as I questioned if I could truly share her with Ian, I’d deliver on the pleasure I’d promised. I ached to see her come apart under the passion that we’d bring to her in the same bed.
Give in to me…
I demanded without words, without an inch of our flesh touching and tempting her. I wanted her surrender, but the next step was hers to take.
Her bottom lip trembled as she searched my gaze. Her own was hooded with lust and glimmered with trust. It was the trust that gutted me.
“Yes.” Her voice was a whisper.
OLIVIA