Page 72 of Learn the Play
There’s a huge part of me that wants to tell him that this is ridiculous, that I can manage—that I was just whining. But there’s an even bigger part that wants to lean on him, because I know that I can. I know in my soul that Reid will catch me if I fall. And I have fallen. I’m irrevocably in love with him. He just doesn’t know it yet.
He carries me to the bathroom, sets me on the vanity, and then rearranges the space to make room. It’s a double with lots of space in between. I sit silently as I watch him turn the water on and let it run before coming back to me.
He grabs one of the decorative pillows from the bed and brings it to me, placing it beside me to lean against. “Comfortable?” he asks.
“As much as a six-month pregnant woman sitting on a bathroom vanity can be,” I tease.
He grins as he slides his hand under my sweatshirt to rest it on my baby bump. He waits for our little girl to kick. When she does, his grin grows wider, and his eyes glow with happiness. Moving his hands to the waistband of my sweats, he says, “Let’s get you out of these,” he says softly, tugging on my sweatpants.
I lift, allowing him to pull them down, off, and toss them to the floor. He runs his hands up my calves to my thighs and hums his approval. “So sexy,” he says, his lips finding mine. His kiss is slow as his tongue lazily slides against mine. By the time he pullsback, there’s steam coming from the sink, my panties are ruined, and from the bulge he’s sporting, he’s just as turned on as I am.
He plugs the sink, lets it fill with hot water, and reaches into a drawer, grabbing a new razor and a can of shaving gel. “Trust me?” he asks. There’s a glint of playfulness in his eyes, but there’s also concern, as if he’s worried I might say no.
“Yes.” I could say more, but I’m too turned on right now. And more words aren’t necessary. My simple yes is all he needs to hear.
Turning off the water, he squirts a dollop of gel into his palm. He rubs his hands together before lathering my left leg. Razor in hand, he places it against my skin and makes a long, slow swipe. He’s laser-focused on his task, dipping the razor into the sink to rinse it off, before taking another pass.
With each stroke of the razor against my skin, my body grows hotter for him. My heart thunders inside my chest. It’s so loud, I’m sure he can hear it. He stays focused while I sit here in drenched panties, watching him care for me.
I never allowed myself to think about falling in love. I never wanted to go through what my mom did. I didn’t think about the man I would marry, or even about having kids. That was something I’d pushed to the back of my mind and locked away, clouded by my anger.
Now, I can’t imagine my life without Reid Montgomery. He’s easy-going, attentive, hot as hell, responsible, hardworking, and a million other things; there are too many to list. Every single day, he shows up for me, cares for me, and proves that I’m important to him.
I’m starting to see things more clearly—specifically, my past. My mom was right. I was young, angry, and wanted to blame someone, so since Dad was the one who left, he became the easy target. As I grew older, the anger persisted, and I became stubborn, unwilling to listen to what she had to say. When Ithink about the cards and letters from my dad, I can’t help but soften toward him. Maybe, just maybe, one day, we can get back what we lost.
“What’s on your mind, Dream Girl?” Reid asks, as he wets a cloth and wipes off my left leg, before helping me turn and get adjusted so he can start on the right.
“Meeting you changed my life.”
His gaze softens as he leans in for a kiss. “Mine too, baby.”
“I think—I think I need to reach out to my dad.”
He nods. “If and when you’re ready, I’ll be here for whatever you need.”
“I can’t do it without you.”
“Yes, you can, but you don’t have to.” Another kiss, and then he gets to work shaving my right leg. When he’s finished, he runs his hands over my now-smooth skin. “What about here?” he asks, as his hand slides between my thighs. He gently traces over the crotch of my soaked panties.
“I’ve been neglecting that area since this belly popped.” Not that he needs me to tell him that. He has intimate knowledge that doesn’t require an explanation.
“Do you want me to trim? Shave you bare? Buy a wax kit and wax you?”
“You don’t have to.”
“Bell, baby, trust me when I tell you that my hands on any part of your body is a have-to situation.”
“You decide.”
“It’s your body, your choice. You’re perfect just the way you are. I was just offering my services.”
“Maybe—trim?” I ask, feeling my face heat.
“Trim it is.” He starts digging around in the drawer until he comes up with an electric razor that I use when I can see what’s going on down there. “Let's move the pillow behind your back, and then you can face me, but first, we need to get rid of these.”He reaches for my panties, and I lift my hips, helping him as he removes them from my body.
I settle my back against the mirror and the pillow he propped up, and spread my legs for him. His heated gaze takes me in, and I know he can see how turned on I am, not that he needed further evidence with how wet my panties were.
“Let’s scoot you down a little,” he says, and I move my hips further to the edge of the counter.
