One Moment Please (Wait With Me #3) - Amy Daws Page 0,71

her as she firmly adds, “But no more.”

“Damn right,” I growl with a light smack to her ass as I increase my speed, thrusting wildly inside her, as deep as her body will let me.

Her noises echo off the tile walls as we quench a thirst that has silently built inside us for weeks.

She can blame her hormones.

I can blame her.

Blame her for being so fucking sexy and so perfect for my cock.

God, she feels good. This feels good. Watching her watch me in the mirror as I plunge in and out of her in rapid succession. Thank fuck we got clearance for a little rough play because when I smack her ass, she begs for more, clearly loving to take it as much as I love to give it.

“Don’t stop,” she exclaims, panting and screaming, her breath as loud as mine as I stroke her G-spot with my cock. “I’m so close!”

“So am I,” I growl, biting my lip to hold off until she’s ready, until her climax can finish me off.

I reach around and rub her clit in hard circles, and she’s screaming my name in seconds and dropping her face to the cold countertop. Her climax squeezes my cock as I empty inside her and then still, letting the aftershocks of her orgasm milk me completely.

After a couple of minutes, I gently pull out of her and appreciate the view of her naked and sexually spent body draped over my bathroom counter. Turning my focus, I step into the tiled shower and flip on the water. Once the temperature is hot, I slowly peel her off the counter and guide her into the shower.

Her eyes are half closed as she steps under the waterfall shower. I set about wetting down her hair and washing it. I take special care to avoid her baby bump as I scrub the other parts of her body with my soapy hands, and then do the same to myself as she wipes away her makeup with a washcloth.

When we step out, she lets me wrap a towel around her and lead her to my bed. She pauses when I pull back the covers. “I can sleep in my bed.”

I frown, staring at her big brown eyes that are rimmed with leftover makeup. “You’ll sleep here,” I demand, and thankfully, she doesn’t argue.

She drops her towel and slips under the covers naked while I do the same. She turns away from me as I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling. We’re both quiet as my mind wanders to the events of the night. A lot has happened in a short amount of time, which has kind of become the story of our lives as of late. I don’t know what she’s thinking or what any of this means, but I’m too tired to give a fuck.

Josh never fully smiles.

I lie propped on my elbow as Josh’s chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. The early morning sun streams in through his enormous bedroom windows that have no blinds because the only thing that can see inside is nature. I hope nature enjoyed the show last night because I certainly did.

Josh’s sandy brown hair sticks out all over the place as his mouth hangs open to release his faint snore. Even with the snoring flaw, he’s easily the sexiest man I’ve ever been with. Even if he doesn’t ever smile. He grins, he smirks, and the corners of his mouth twitch quite a bit, but a full-blown smile doesn’t seem to exist for him. I wonder if he’s always been like that, or if it’s something that’s come from years of treating sick people.

Sick children.

A heaviness settles in my belly over that thought. How could he not mention that to me? He lived the majority of his adult life in Baltimore as a pediatric oncologist and that fact just never came up? Not possible. Something major must have happened there for him to purposely omit that part of his past. Surely going from a pediatric oncologist to a small city ER doctor is a demotion, right?

I’m desperate to know the full story, but one lesson I’ve learned after last night is that forcing Josh into something—like telling his parents we’re having a baby—isn’t going to turn out well.

God, last night was a mess. What was I thinking springing both of our parents on him? I should’ve never let Kate sweep me up into one of her romance novel plot twists.