First, I still haven’t showered, and after twelve hours of work, that’s necessary. Second, this damn baby belly is so big, I can’t see to shave my legs, much less keep anywhere else tidy.
“Crap, Brady, we can’t,” I groan, pulling back.
“Wh-what? Why?” he pants, sounding pained. “Are you okay? Does something hurt?”
I shake my head. I don’t really want to admit the reason why, but I know he’ll just worry it’s something bad if I don’t confess.
Keeping my gaze trained on the floor, I gesture toward the hall. “I, um, I need to shower off work.”
“Oh, well, I could join you,” he says, his tone shifting back to suggestive, moving closer.
Shaking my head, I take a step back. Even though I’m looking down at the floor, I catch the hurt look that flashes over his face.Crap.
“My belly is too big to shave my legs or, you know, anywhere else. It’s just kind of a mess down there.”
Silence falls after my hurried confession. Then, to my utter mortification, Brady starts to laugh.
“Yeah. So. Anyway, I’m gonna go shower and go to bed.” I turn to leave, but he catches my hand, spinning me back around and straight into his arms.
“Sage.Hurricane.Stop.”
I stare straight ahead. Which, of course, means I’m staring at his muscular chest.Must not drool.
A firm hand grips my chin, tilting it upward, so I’m looking into his warm brown eyes.
“If you think I care one bit about unshaved legs, or anywhere else, for that matter, you’re crazy. You’re beautiful, sexy as hell, and I willnevernot want you. Even if you were as hairy as a yeti.”
I all but melt at his words and the confident, firm tone with which he says them. But he’s not done.
“But if it matters to you, will you let me help you?”
My mouth falls open. “What?”
His lips curve up. “Let me help you.”
Without another word, he leads me down the hall to the bedroom, then straight into the en suite bathroom. He turns on the shower, and the room quickly starts to heat up. Or maybe that’s me getting hot and flustered as he pushes down his sweatpants, leaving his noticeably hard cock trapped in nothing more than some tight dark grey boxer briefs.
I lick my lips, my heart racing when he steps forward and brings his hands to the waist of the joggers I changed into at the hospital after my shift. He doesn’t move to pull them down right away, instead dropping his head next to my ear and whispering, “May I?”
I swallow down my nerves and fears. Obviously, I’m the only one concerned about my inability to groom the lady parts right now. Because the heat in Brady’s expression and tone makes it clear he’s not concerned about anything but getting me naked.
I nod. He kisses the skin right below my ear.
“Good girl.”
He pushes my pants and underwear down in one move before trailing his hands back up my legs. Then, leaning into the shower, he checks the temperature before tugging me in with him, still wearing his underwear.
I can’t help my moan of pleasure as he guides me under the water, his hands stroking down my back and continuing to the curve of my ass.
Taking me by surprise, Brady starts to wash my hair. The gentle massage of his fingertips on my scalp is pure bliss, and I quickly give in to the comfort of him caring for me. When he’s finished with my hair, he grabs my shower gel and pours some into his hands before slowly and methodically running them over my entire body. There’s nothing overtly sexual about his touch, but it’s intimate and affectionate, nonetheless.
He drops down to his knees on the hard tile floor, still simply rubbing and massaging my legs until he stops, his face level with my baby bump. Leaning in, he kisses it tenderly before looking up at me and raising one hand.
“Razor, please.”
I hand it to him wordlessly. He takes the can of shaving cream next, and after placing one of my feet on his thigh, he starts to shave my legs.
I lean back against the shower wall and close my eyes, letting the sensations of his gentle, loving touch, the smooth slide of the razor, and the heat of the water pouring down on us soothe me, even as it stokes the fire inside of me even hotter.
