was preparing for a fucking OBGYN rotation.
Aside from that, things are pretty relaxed in the house. I even sit on her ugly couch more often than not. It’s probably because I’ve never really had a place feel like home. Even when I lived in Baltimore, I had a condo that I bought fully furnished but nothing ever felt cozy.
I shake my head, pushing back memories of the East Coast as I pull into the garage next to Lynsey’s car. That thing is always a mess of books, toys, and files she brings home from her job. She and Dr. Gunthrie seem to really be connecting and I’m glad it’s working out so well. It’s lightened her mood immensely, and she appreciates that she can contribute to household expenses. Never mind that I haven’t cashed that check she gave me last week and probably never will.
As I go through the side entry of the house, the blaring sounds of Enya overwhelm my ears. I drop my keys on the counter and head toward the living room. The TV is on with some sort of fitness video. As I fully enter the room, my jaw drops at what’s happening on the floor in front of the couch.
Lynsey lies on a yoga mat, on her back, her hair splayed all around her, legs stretched above as she holds her pointed toes and spreads herself wide open, rocking side to side in slow motions. The position is erotic no matter what she was wearing. But the fact that she’s in nothing but a teal thong and a black sports bra causes seriously indecent thoughts.
I gawk longer than is appropriate before I snap out of my stupor. “What are you doing?”
Lynsey freezes, her mouth popping open as she turns to look at me.
“What are you doing home?” she asks, her voice high-pitched and panicky.
“Um…I live here.”
She releases her legs and moves to sit up on her knees giving me a full view of her lush breasts nearly falling out of the top of her bra.
She clears her throat and tucks her hair behind her ears. “You’re usually not home on Saturdays.”
I frown at that response. “Sorry to disrupt your plans. But you still haven’t answered my question…what exactly are you doing?”
She smiles nervously as she adjusts her breasts back into her bra. “It’s prenatal yoga. That was called the happy baby pose.”
“Happy baby pose?” I shake my head, and my gaze caresses her head to toe, lingering on her exposed flesh. “Does happy baby pose have to be done in your underwear?”
She bites her lips and crosses her feet. “No…I just…I’m getting comfortable with my changing body.”
I blink at her.
“One of the baby books said that walking around with your belly exposed helps you feel more connected to your growing baby. They even said I should talk to the peanut out loud because they can hear sounds now.”
“Okay then.” I flinch slightly at the idea of her focusing so hard on the connection. If she’s expecting that kind of involvement from me, she’s going to be sorely disappointed. My eyes move from her when I notice then that the couch is moved a good ten feet from where it usually is.
“Did you move the sofa by yourself?” I ask, my tone clearly not pleased.
She stands and shrugs. “It slid on the hardwood, really easily.”
I shake my head, anger coursing through my veins at that. “Still, I would have moved it for you had you asked.”
She props her hands on her bare hips, and my eyes are practically forced to zero in on her curves. “I don’t need you to help me with every little thing. Dr. Lizzy said I wasn’t a delicate flower, Josh.”
Exhaling heavily, I try my best to temper my frustration. My anger’s easily distracted by her nearly naked body standing in front of me, all soft and luscious. Her belly is round and flawless…her hips wide and begging for my hands to squeeze. And her breasts seem to heave with every breath she takes, making the fact that I haven’t had sex in several weeks painfully obvious.
“Fine.” I jam a hand through my hair. My anger right now isn’t just about the furniture anyway. “Move whatever you want. But please put some fucking clothes on. I have neighbors.”
“Josh—”
“It’s been a long night. I’m going to bed,” I growl and turn on my heel, leaving Lynsey in the living room mostly naked and still as stunning as the day I met her.
Eight hours