I close my eyes again and do my best to relax. But despite Will’s perfect touch on my skin, I’m nearly holding my breath five minutes later.
This is unusual. Julian should have woken up by now. What if something’s wrong?
“Sophie,” Will whispers again. “Do you want me to stop?”
No. I don’t want him to stop. But now that the thought of something happening to Julian has crossed my mind, I have to go check on him. “I’ll be right back.” I stand without even glancing back at him. My focus is singular as I head toward Julian’s room.
I slow down as I approach his room. Gently easing the door open, I peek inside, blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness. Julian is right there, fast asleep on his back, his mouth slightly open. The reassuring sound of his slow, deep breathing fills the room.
Relief floods through me. My baby is safe. For the first time since he’s been born, it seems like he isn’t on the verge of waking up.
Feeling a bit shell-shocked, I return to the living room. As I enter, I lean against the door frame, my eyes unfocused. There’s so much happening in my head that I can’t make sense of any of it.
The nearly uncontrollable desire that pulls me towards Will. The shame of revealing my new body. The confusion and edginess for Julian, thinking he may wake up any time now, but hoping he won’t.
“Sophie?” In just a few strides, Will is in front of me, his hand cupping the side of my face. He lifts my chin so that I’m looking into his eyes, concern darkening his angular features. “I’m here. What do you need?”
Something in me snaps. My hands race up to his chest and I grab hold of his shirt as if I’m holding on for dear life.
Fuck the fear. I’ve had enough.
“I need you,” I rasp, seeing his pupils darken at the sound of my words. But I don’t wait for him to catch on. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck and urgently pull his lips down to mine.
I pull down so fast to bring our mouths together that our teeth collide; Will’s body immediately responds by pressing me into the doorframe, and I feel myself melt against the heaviness of him. I snake my fingers into his hair and relish the sensation of his hand pulling down the fabric of my robe at my shoulder.
I gasp in need of breath, and we both come together again, needy, hungry. I sigh against his mouth when he slips a hand underneath my robe and lifts one thigh up against him, squeezing the soft flesh underneath.
“Fuck, you’re so soft.” Will groans as he pulls away from my mouth; a whining sound escapes my throat in complaint but turns into breathy sighs when he starts peppering kisses across my collarbone and up my neck. I close my eyes and lift my head, which is spinning like an out-of-control Ferris wheel, to give him access to my most sensitive spots. I lower one hand from his hair and slip underneath his shirt to feel the smooth, taut muscle of his back.
He nips at me gently with his teeth and my breath catches. “Will,” I moan almost involuntarily. I need more of him, now. “Touch me, Will.”
A soft groan escapes his throat in response, and he makes his way down from my neck in a trail of kisses and soft nips; his fingers on my thigh travel higher to grab a solid handful of my ass, and the one knee holding me up weakens.
With his free hand, he splits the fabric of my robe away from my chest, leaving my breasts bare. His fingertips graze over the soft skin there, teasing me, until his thumb strokes my nipple. I shudder.
Never in all my life do I remember needing someone so much, and feeling this wanted in return.
It’s my turn to travel down below Will’s belt and grab hold of his firm ass; he rolls his hips firmly into me in response with a groan. “You’ll be the death of me.” He manages to say against mycollarbone in a raspy voice, right before his mouth moves to my nipple.
A few flicks of his tongue and I’m putty in his arms. I can’t hold myself up anymore, and despite Will pinning me against the doorframe, I know he won’t be able to hold me for long. Will is muscular, but I’m tall and strong, too.
“Bring me to my bed,” I whisper against his forehead.
Will’s mouth leaves my breast to look up at me. I didn’t know it was possible, but his almost-black eyes are now even darker, with his pupils blown up like saucers. Seeing him look up at me like this threatens to unravel me. “Are you sure?”
I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. “Yes, please, Will.”
His body shudders at my words, and he obeys, lifting my other thigh up; I wrap my legs and arms around him as our mouths collide once more. Somehow, Will carries me into my bedroom as our tongues explore each other. He’s even stronger than I gave him credit for.
Even though our movements are hungry, frenzied, Will is gentle with me when he settles me down against my mattress. Our mouths come apart, and he simply looks at me for a moment while his hand sweeps a stray strand of golden hair away from my face. The gesture is so tender that tears well up in my eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes out, taking his time to admire me. “Words can’t even explain, Sophie. Can I show you how beautiful I think you are?”
He lifts his upper body just enough to reach the belt of my robe, and I freeze. The light at my end table is on, and he’s going to see me. He’s going to feel me.
I asked for this; I want this. Yet I’m terrified.
“What’s wrong? Do you want me to stop?”
