Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Let’s scoot you down a little,” he says, and I move my hips further to the edge of the counter.
“Like this?” I ask, pulling my sweatshirt up over my bump and out of the way.
“Yes. Hold on.” He reaches over and grabs the vanity seat that’s pushed under the counter, and sits, which puts him eye level with the goods. “Now, let’s give my girl a trim,” he says, moving one leg then the other to rest over his shoulders.
He grabs the trimmers and gets to work. “This is embarrassing,” I mutter. However, my words are all breathy, because yes, it is embarrassing, but it’s also hot as hell.
“Why?” he asks, stopping to peer up at me.
“You’re doing that.” I nod toward where he’s working.
“Because we did this,” he says, smoothing his hand over my belly. “There will never not be a moment that I won’t want to take care of you or our kids, Bellamy. It’s not embarrassing to lean on someone. It’s trust. It’s… everything.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue: I love you. It sits pretty, waiting for me to let those three little words free, but he starts the trimmer back up and gets back to work. A few minutes later, he’s gently lowering my legs, making sure I’m steady, before stepping away and turning the water on in the bathtub.
“Now what?” I ask, as I watch him strip out of his clothing.
“We’re taking a bath.”
“Really?” I ask. We’ve not been able to take one together since we moved in, but we’ve both talked about how the tub is big enough for both of us.
“Yes, really. Let’s get rid of this,” he says, lifting the hem of my sweatshirt. I raise my arms, allowing him to remove it. “Come here, you.” He lifts me into his arms, bridal-style, and carries me to the massive tub. He places me inside, keeping hold of me until I’m settled beneath the warm water, before climbing in behind me. He wraps his arms around me, and I settle back against his chest.
“This is as heavenly as I imagined it would be.”
He cups some water and drops it over my breasts. “I agree. We should make this a nightly thing.”
“Maybe, but once baby girl gets here, we’ll be too tired for long, hot baths.”
“Never,” he says fiercely, his hands cradling my belly. “I can’t wait to meet her,” he says softly. “We should pick a name.”
“Me, too, and there are so many that I love. I have a list,” I tell him. “What about you?”
“I have one in mind.”
“Yeah?” I turn to look at him over my shoulder, and he presses his lips to mine.
“Uh-huh,” he says, kissing me deeper. His hand moves over my bump down to my pussy where he gently traces my clit with his thumb.
“Th—That’s good,” I breathe, and he chuckles.
“I want you to come for me, Bell.”
I close my eyes because he’s about to get his wish.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
My eyes immediately pop open as I continue to stare at him over my shoulder.
“I want to watch you. Your eyes, they sparkle like diamonds, and I want to see that sparkle when you lose control for me.”
It’s all too much. His words, his touch, this entire night, and I shoot off like a rocket. My hands grip his arm that’s wrapped around me. My body relaxes even further into his. I didn’t know life could be like this. I didn’t know that I could feel this strongly for someone. I didn’t understand what it truly meant to open your heart and soul to someone else, inviting them in.
Reid is that person for me.
Once I’ve regulated my breathing, I carefully stand.
“Whoa, where are you going, baby?”
“Shower. I need to wash my hair.”
“That’s my job,” he says, standing with me, stepping out of the tub, lifting me into his arms, and carrying me into the shower.
“I can walk, you know,” I tease.
“Why, when you fit perfectly in my arms?”
Stepping into the shower, he moves me toward the controls, and I turn on the water before he quickly steps back so I don’t get jolted with the cold spray. I smile up at him. “Always looking out for me,” I say, pressing my hand against his cheek, keeping the other wrapped tightly around his neck as I lean in for a kiss.
When we step into the shower, Reid places me gently on my feet, and I turn to face him. “Have a seat, sir.” I nod toward the bench in the shower.
He smirks but does as I ask. “Now what?” he says, gripping the backs of my thighs and pressing a kiss to my baby bump.
“Now this.” I turn so that my back is to him. Reaching behind me, I grip his cock, and guide him inside until I’m sitting on his thighs.