Am I really that broken?
I can’t let what Matthew did to me stop me from letting someone else in, for fuck’s sake. I’m a hypocrite if I think about it. It seems like it was just yesterday when I told Avery she wasn’t giving herself permission to just be happy with Logan.
And now I’m doing the same thing.
Mom lets out a small squeal. “Ah bin, ah bin!You love my daughter, William Béchard?”
Will freezes again. That’s when I realize he may have let those words slip without even noticing.
He turns and leans against the counter, wiping his hands on his jeans. His gaze burns through me. “Of course I love her.”
In that moment, I make the ultimate decision.
I am letting down my walls. This man loves me for crying out loud. And I have to stop lying to myself.
I stand and hurry into Will’s arms, careful not to trip in my haste. Despite my mom’s presence and the fact that we’re far from alone, I let myself melt into his comforting warmth. I inhale his familiar scent, allowing myself to be enveloped in his love.
“I love you,” I whisper against his chest.
And I’ve never meant anything more.
CHAPTER 32
SOPHIE
The kids are in bed, and as soon as Mom is out the door, Will and I collide.
We’re urgent, a mess of tongues and teeth and shaky breaths, my hand weaving through his soft hair while his grips greedily at the skin of my thigh.
He loves me.
In our fevered haze, we make our way to my bedroom, barely stopping to breathe. I want him all at once, the hunger so ravenous it nearly hurts.
Without breaking our contact, I tug at his shirt, and for a moment we have to come apart so I can successfully pull it over his head. He makes the most of the moment to unceremoniously rip off my sweater, his fingers immediately trailing to unclip my bra, setting my skin ablaze.
A soft moan escapes my lips when he takes my nipple in his mouth, sending a rush of pleasure coursing through me. His other hand tugs at my jeans while I do the same with his. If we could burn away the layers keeping us apart, we would.
When there’s no fabric left between us, I sit on the edge of the bed; Will moves in tandem with me, fevered for contact, just like I am.
A thought rushes through me. “Wait.” Panting, I grip his wrist before he can pull on the skin of my underwear. He stops moving obediently.
“What it is?” His voice is hoarse.
“I …” My cheeks flush with heat. But I can tell him. I know I’m safe. “For once, I want to give up my control.” I slip away from his grasp, just long enough to pick something up from the ground. It hangs from my fingers, a tantalizing promise of what’s to come.
The belt from my robe.
A flash of concern passes through Will’s dark eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Don’t make me beg for it.” I shove the belt to his chest, and he gladly takes it, a smirk adorning his kiss-swollen lips. I back up further onto the bed and raise my arms above my head, close enough to one of the bed poles that Will can do what I want him to do.
Heeding my command, Will ties the belt around my wrists, and I can feel a tremor in his arms as he’s holding back. From our fevered touches, I know he’s as starved for me as I am for him.
The grip is tight, but not uncomfortable. I relax fully against the mattress, and at the sight of Will towering over me, his muscles taut, and all of him hard and ready, the pang between my legs cries out.
Will scootches closer to me, being careful not to touch me just yet. The heat coming off him is going to drive me insane. “What do you want?” he asks in a deep rasp.
“I want you to take control. Take what you want.” I tremble with anticipation. The cool air of the room brings goosebumps to my skin.
