Meant for You (The Connor Family 3)

“That’s very smart.”

“Thanks.”

I nodded, indulging in those last few bites of chicken. Will was watching me with happy eyes.

“You know what day today is?” he asked once we’d moved to the couch in the living room, in front of the fireplace

“Ummm... Saturday?”

He chuckled. “It’s three months since we started seeing each other.”

It had been three months already? That’s right, Lori’s wedding had been at the end of July, and now we had the end of October.

“I have a present for you.”

“Will...,” I murmured.

He rose from the couch, searched his jacket, which was on the armrest, and got out a small jewelry box. He opened it, revealing a gorgeous bracelet: a platinum band with jade stones embedded in it.

“This is so beautiful,” I whispered as he clasped it around my wrist.

“It’s a family heirloom.”

He was watching me with an adoring gaze. I glanced at the bracelet again, seeing it in a whole new light.

“I think I’m in love,” I said happily.

“Just with the bracelet, or with me too?” His voice was full of emotion.

I snapped my head up, looking him directly in the eyes. “Both. You’ve made me fall for you, Will Connor.”

He leaned in, giving me a deep, sensual kiss.

“I’m not good with words,” he whispered when he skimmed his mouth to my cheek. “It’s been years since I said those words out loud. My parents were still with us.”

“Oh, Will. You’re showing me. That’s all I need.”

I’d learned enough about him to know that Will had always been about expressing his feelings through actions.

We lay on the couch, entwined, and Will kissed me slowly, his arms wrapped around me tightly, as if he didn’t plan to let go.

“Can we light a fire?” I asked a while later, pointing to the fireplace.

“Sure. I’ll take care of it.”

“Oooh, can I come with you outside while you cut the wood?”

He smirked. “The logs are already cut, Paige.”

I jutted out my lower lip. “Can we pretend they aren’t? So I can watch you sweat and make all sorts of manly sounds?”

Will dragged his gaze up and down my body before settling on my lips. He stepped closer, until I had to tilt my head back to look up at him. He stroked my chin, then drew his knuckles down my throat.

“You’ll hear me plenty when I’m buried deep inside you.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Paige