Page 54 of Reed

“I want to show you.”

He’s all in.

His heart, body, and soul.

This man has the power to destroy me.

The ability to control me.

And I give it to him.

A tear slips from my eye as I register the movements for what they are. He’s making love to me. My beautiful, powerful, emotionless man is making love to me.

He watches my face before placing a soft kiss on my lips, then cups my jaw and turns my head to the side to kiss up and down my jawline until our lips meet again. He grunts when I slide my tongue into his mouth, and when he pulls back, breathless and eyes full of awe, I take his strong jaw in my palm and guide him back to me.

Our kiss is delicate. Unlike any of our kisses before, there’s no fight for control and no me submitting. It’s like we’re creating love for the first time, and the thought of our baby between us while we become consumed with one another makes my eyes fill with tears of triumph, and I turn my head to blink away the weight of emotion striking through me.

My eyes clash with the photo on my bedside, and I still.

REED

Slowly, I rock my hips, showing her with my actions when words aren’t enough.

I’ve never been a man to show emotion, words or actions, and while it’s something that others have picked up on, it’s never bothered me until Gia. Simply because I want to give her more, so much fucking more. More than I can give, yet I still wish it to be possible.

Her body works in tandem with mine, like we were meant for one another. Her legs wrap around my waist as if to lock me in, and I move at an orchestrated, leisurely pace deep inside her. I gently kiss down her face and back up again, resting on my forearms to not crush her bump or cause her discomfort. She swallows under the heat of my stare, but I don’t waver. My eyes never leave her face, even when she turns away from me.

Then she freezes, and I still, thinking I’ve hurt her somehow. I scan her face, then follow the line of her sight, and sickness zips up my spine at a rapid speed like poison infiltrating my bloodstream.

She’s thinking of him.

My heart plummets and my breath stutters.

She’s watching him as I make love to her, and the thought causes my chest to feel tight and my throat closes, and I quickly withdraw from her. “Fuck!” I roar into the room. “Fuck,” I repeat on a frustrated grunt, and I shuffle to the end of the bed away from her, away from the pain. Trying to regulate my breathing but failing, I bury my face in my palms, the hurt cutting so deep it twists inside me.

I’ll never be him.

I’ll never be enough.

“Reed?” I hear her move behind me, but I’m too lost in my thoughts to acknowledge her. “Reed. It’s not what you think.”

A scoff erupts from me.

Not what I fucking think?

I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t have tried to put things right when they’re so desperately wrong.

Her soft hands rest on my shoulder, and her bump presses against my back. “Please let me explain.”

I shake my head, hoping to banish the thoughts in my mind. “I’ll never be enough, Gia,” I whisper into the room. “And you know what the sad thing is? I accept I’m not good enough, as long as you’ll still have me.”

She flinches, slides off the bed, and kneels at my feet. Then she pulls my hands from my face, and my jaw tics at the thought of her witnessing my vulnerability. “Is that what you think?” She shakes her head. “You’re wrong, Reed. So fucking wrong.”

I stare back at her tear-streaked cheeks and hate the sight of her hurting, so when she maneuvers herself to straddle my lap, I allow it. I’d give her anything if it means accepting me.

“I became emotional because I feel the connection between us, Reed,” she breathes out, and positions my cock at her entrance. “I looked at Jaxon”—my body freezes, but I remain transfixed on her face, waiting for her words as she slowly sinks down on me—“and I realized I’ve fallen in love with another man.” She takes my entire cock in her slick pussy, and my breath catches. “I want you, and it’s terrifying.”

“Fuck,” I choke out as my body becomes one with hers. “I don’t think I’ve ever been loved before,” I state.

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