Page 88 of The Affair
His hands moved to the clasp of my strapless bra, and I felt the lace loosen.
“Jesus,” he cursed as he tossed it aside. “My imagination did not do this moment justice.”
“You thought about us?”
Palming my breasts, he kissed the tender skin around my nipple before answering, “Every damn day.”
When our lips met this time, he took charge, shifting slightly to lean me back onto the sofa. Feeling his large frame above me, I felt cherished and protected. I also felt like my loins were on fire and about to combust at any moment if I didn’t have all of him.
Now.
Seeing the same sense of urgency in his eyes, I let my hands do the talking, sliding my fingers underneath the seam of his boxer briefs. He slid them off, taking care of the condom. Soon, there was nothing between us, and I felt his naked body against mine.
This was what I’d been waiting for.
I’d thought I’d be nervous.
I’d thought I’d panic and ruin the whole thing.
But looking up at him, seeing the devotion in his gaze, feeling the need in his touch, I knew there was nothing more right than the two of us in this moment.
As we came together, his body joining mine, I understood what he’d meant earlier. We were two halves.
And now, we were whole.
* * *
I broke my marriage vows today.
If I’m being honest with myself, I’ve been chipping away at them for months. Not-so-subtle glances, visits that lasted for hours, and the way my thoughts always seemed to drift back to him, even when I was away.
Today might have been the first true violation, but it wasn’t for a lack of trying.
I’d wanted this, more than anything in the world.
As I walked home, I tried to feel guilt. Remorse, something other than elation, but I couldn’t.
William had been brought to me for a reason.
I knew that now.
He was my second chance.
I’d never readtruer words.
Waking up that morning, I felt such a sense of peace. Feeling Sawyer wrapped around me, our bodies cuddled under a thin blanket on the sofa, I knew exactly how my nana must have felt.
He was my second chance.
Lying on that sofa also had me feeling an extreme kink in my back. It was not meant for two grown adults to sleep on, so while I loved being in his arms, I quietly extracted myself to sneak off to the kitchen for coffee and a bit of reading.
And that was where he found me.
“I thought waking up to you naked would be the best view of my life, but,” he said with a hint of playfulness, walking up to place a kiss on the top of my head, “this view is pretty good too.”
“Sorry,” I said. “That sofa was killing me.”
Stretching, I took a moment to appreciate the view. Dressed in his boxer briefs, he was nothing but muscle. Apparently, furniture-making was a good job to have.
