With one hand, I notch myself at her entrance, but don’t move any further just yet. Struggling to keep my voice steady, I speak in her ear, “I want to make love to you, Sophie.” As soon as the words leave me, I know I’ve always loved her. And I intend to show her just how much. She sucks in a breath underneath me. “Tell me you want this, too.”
“Yes.” Her tone is urgent, clipped. “Will, please.”
Hearing her beg is about to tear me apart. But I resist the urge to slam into her right here and there. I’m savouring this. “Tell me.”
“Make love to me, Will,” she cries out.
That does it. Slowly at first, I push into her, and almost pass out from the feeling of her all around me. Sophie gasps when I reach the hilt. “Fuck, you feel so good, Sophie,” I groan into her neck; she digs her nails into my back in response. After leaving her a few seconds to get accustomed to me stretching her out, I begin to thrust, slowly, sinking hard and deep each time.
Soft moans escape Sophie’s lips, and suddenly we are a tangle of mouths and hands. I worship every inch of skin I have the pleasure of touching, and soon I can’t even make out where I end and where she begins. Deep pleasure courses through all of me, and my heart swells, threatening to explode out of my chest as Sophie’s voice keeps echoing my name, over and over again.
“Fuck, you’re making me feel so good,” she moans, and I can’t help but slam my hips harder into her. “Oh, yes, harder,” she breathes.
I obey, knowing that I am completely done for, and that there’s nothing I won’t do if this woman asks it of me.
“Will,” she repeats, her tone frantic; her muscles begin to spasm against my length. I angle myself just right to give her themost friction exactly where she needs, and she comes undone underneath me, grabbing my ass for dear life. Seeing her lose herself tips me over the edge, and I let go, clenching my jaw and grunting at the ecstasy lighting up every atom of my being.
For a moment, neither of us moves as we regain our breath. My face sinks deep into her neck, revelling in her intoxicating scent. But when we’ve finally untangled from each other, cleaned up, and crawled back into bed, Sophie doesn’t waste a moment to snuggle against me, wrapping one leg over my hips and laying her head on my slick chest.
I kiss her forehead, letting myself bask in this ultimate bliss. I have her. I have my Sophie.
CHAPTER 27
SOPHIE
Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. I stretch my limbs like a cat, revelling in how relaxed my body feels after what Will and I shared last night.
My heart lurches at the thought of last night. Memories come flooding back, and moments of ecstasy flash before my eyes: Will’s passionate groans, the feeling of him inside me, of us rocking together, our bodies fitting seamlessly as if we’re made for each other … I’m filled to the brim with delight, so much so that I can’t help but curl my toes from it all.
“Will,” I murmur, reaching out to touch him. My fingers brush cold sheets instead, and my heart plummets into my stomach. Empty. The space beside me is empty.
Will is gone.
Dread seeps into my chest, and my mind races to the worst. I fucking knew it. He got the same thing he’s wanted from me that he got from all those other women—I’ve been duped. But how is that even possible? The way he whispered those words in my ears …
I want to make love to you, Sophie. Tell me you want this, too.
Before I’ve had time to consider whether or not I’m overreacting, another thought hits me, more urgent this time. Julian hasn’t cried. That’s never happened before. He always wakes up at the crack of dawn, demanding to be fed. Sunlight is already streaming through the window, which means it’s late—too late.
“Julian!” I gasp, panic replacing the lingering warmth from the night before. I throw off the covers and stumble out of bed, not caring about my state of undress. I need my babynow.
I race down the hallway, my heart pounding in my ears. But before I reach the kitchen, a strange sound reaches my ears:
Laughter. Will’s laughter. And the girls, too.
And are those Julian’s soft coos I hear?
I take another step into the kitchen, and my heart leaps as I soak in the scene before me. There, in my cozy kitchen, stands Will, his muscular arms cradling Julian as he carefully feeds him a bottle of what I assume is thawed breast milk. His focus is tender and genuine, and the sight fills me with butterflies. Next to him at the table sit Gwen and Heather, who seem to be finishing up breakfast.
He didn’t run off. He made my kids breakfast.
God damn, this man.
I’ve barely had time to process the guilt at my previous assumption before Gwen points at me in a fit of laughter. “Mom, why are you naked?” Upon hearing her, both Heather and Will turn towards me. Heather breaks into a laugh just like her sister, and Will raises his eyebrows.
Heat rushes to my face. “Oh!” I back away into the hallway to hide myself, then rush back into the bedroom, only coming out once I’ve put my robe back on—and some underwear. During daylight hours, this is a family-friendly establishment, damn it.
“Let’s try that again.” I giggle as I step into the kitchen for the second time.
