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“Rehearsal starts at 9:00. I better not miss it. They took the pregnancy news surprisingly well, so I need to be there as long as I am able.”
“Let’s take a shower.” He stood, and she squealed when he grabbed her to join him.
Holding her hand he led her to the bathroom. She enjoyed the view of his naked back and low-hanging flannel pajama pants. Without letting go of her hand, he turned on the shower, giving it time to warm up as they undressed.
“I like you in my clothes,” he murmured before lifting the shirt over her head and tossing it into the hamper.
Things must have shifted since their talk, because she was no longer self-conscious as she stood naked before him. Her skin warmed under his gaze, and she watched in appreciation as he stepped out of his pajama pants.
“You shouldn’t look at me like that if you want to make it to rehearsal,” he said, his voice husky.
Heat rushed to her face as she looked up and met his gaze. She’d been caught gawking, there was no denying it. After giving her head a small shake, she walked past him and into the shower, standing under the warm current. The warm water calmed her anxiety while waking her up. She had a long day ahead of her, but hopefully, it would be a better one without having to handle everything alone. Bryce’s support made all the difference.
Bryce stepped in behind her and wrapped his arms around her before swapping places with her. He stood under the current but off to the side, so she wasn’t in the cold, and picked up the body wash. “I figured you wouldn’t want to get your hair wet.”
Hormones. That was the only explanation she could come up with for her body’s reaction to that simple statement. In order to distract herself, she picked up the shower pouf to start washing.
“Let me,” he said so softly she barely heard him.
She allowed him to take it from her hand, watching in silence as he added body wash and worked up a lather. Starting at her neck, he began washing her. He moved in slow circles, gently cleaning her as he worked his way down. When he reached her center, there was no stopping the moan that escaped.
“Christ,” he hissed. “You keep that up and you’re going to be late.”
His words only fueled her arousal. Maybe it was the way he was touching her. Maybe it was pregnancy hormones. Maybe it was the fear that they weren’t going to make it through this. Whatever it was, she needed him.
“We can be quick.” Her words came out in a needy plea.
Without hesitation, he shoved her back against the shower wall and claimed her mouth in a kiss, plunging his tongue inside without waiting for an invitation. Heat pooled to her center, and her need quickly turned to desperation. Slipping her arms around him, she gripped his back and pulled him close as her tongue tangled with his.
His erection pressed against her stomach, and she slipped a hand between them, stroking his hard length. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Turn around.”
She turned around and faced the tiles as he ran his hands along her body. He started at her hips, then slipped one hand between her legs as the other hand moved up to her breast. She cried out when he pinched her clit and her nipple at the same time. The sensation was overwhelming. When he slipped a finger inside her, she arched back into him in search of more contact.
“Mmmm,” he groaned against her ear. “Ready for me already.”
Before she had a chance to respond, his hands were gripping her hips as he slammed into her in one hard thrust, nearly sending her over the edge that quickly. He went still for a moment, and she wondered if he was as close as she was. Placing her hands on the tiles in front of her for leverage, she circled her hips before thrusting back into him.
He inhaled a sharp breath. “Don’t do that if you want me to last more than a couple minutes.”
“I’m so close,” she whined.
Without further encouragement, he pulled back and then thrust into her. Hard. He set a punishing pace, and she matched every thrust. She braced herself against the tiles, and before long each breath came out as a desperate cry. Her skin prickled and her legs began to shake as her orgasm hit her like a freight train, taking her breath away. Her vision went blurry and the only thing she became aware of was the pleasure at the center of her body. Leaning over her, he rested his forearm against the tile as he followed her to his own release.
They didn’t move. They stood where they were, joined as one and using the shower wall for support as they caught their breath. She winced when he pulled out of her before turning her to face him.
“You’re going to be late,” he murmured. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Without another word, he picked up the pouf and resumed washing her. Once they were both clean, they rinsed, stepped out, then got ready for the day. The last thing Samantha wanted to do was leave him, but she had to. Fulfilling her dream of working on Broadway was the only thing that seemed to be going as planned and she couldn’t ruin it.
What felt like only moments later, she stood at the door not wanting to leave him. As long as they were in their bubble, there was no question of paternity. There were no decisions to make. That was where she wanted to stay. She gave him one last kiss before forcing herself out the door and to her car. Her doctor’s phone number was already saved as a favorite, and she would be calling to schedule the paternity testing as soon as they opened. She could do this. One step at a time.
Bryce walked into his office of the trailer for hopefully one of the last times. He’d gotten everything caught up to the point he could work remotely and only return occasionally to check on things. Lizzy had started making herself scarce since everything came out before Christmas, which was fine. She’d proven herself reliable as far as the work aspect went, so he had no complaints. He trusted he could leave her in charge while he was gone since she only had to work her full-time job at the fire department a couple shifts a week.
“Are you in all day?” Lizzy asked as he walked past her desk.
“Most of it. But then I’ll be packing up my place and heading back to Jersey. Did you need me to do something before I go?”
Lizzy shook her head. “No, I was just wondering,” she said before hesitating a moment. “How’s Samantha doing?”
