One Moment Please (Wait With Me #3) - Amy Daws Page 0,72

The girl has a good heart, but she often has difficulty separating fiction from nonfiction.

I need to do things differently with Josh. From now on, I’m not going to force anything. I’m going to let things progress more naturally. Let him share when he wants to, and let us turn into whatever we’re going to turn into. I’m only twenty weeks pregnant, so we have plenty of time. Whatever this is between us, and whatever past Josh will inevitably have to face will surely get figured out well before the baby is born.

And if I’m being honest, I hope there’s more than just co-parenting between the two of us. I want to explore what we could be and see if that man who let his guard down for me in the bathroom last night can exist all the time. If so, maybe this thing between us could work out better than either of us had ever imagined?

Josh stirs beside me, his sculpted chest, abs, and Adonis V on full display as the sheet slips to his groin. His hands rest beside him but his one wrist is bent in a weird way that looks horribly uncomfortable. I reach for it, intending to move it to a more comfortable position on his abs, but his voice interrupts my super un-stealthy moves.

“Why are you rearranging my hand?” he grumbles, his voice deep from sleep.

My nose wrinkles as my hand retreats. “Your wrist looked jacked up. Are you hyperflexive?” I blink curiously at him.

His green eyes flutter open, his dark lashes framing his gaze in a way that makes him smolder. “That’s the first question out of your mouth after everything that happened last night?”

I shrug and offer a small smile. “My mind knows that winter is coming, so I figured I’d start with the easy stuff.”

He huffs and stretches his arms over his head with a yawn. “How long have you been awake?

“Just long enough to count the freckles on your pecs. I was getting to your abs, but you interrupted my concentration.”

He pins me with a flat look. “God, you’re a freak.”

“Whatever.” I flip my hair over my shoulder. “You’re the one who still has my outfit from the first night we slept together. It’s hanging in your closet all clean and ironed. Now who’s the freak?”

Josh’s brows furrow. “Were you snooping through my room while I was asleep?”

“No,” I state defensively, my jaw dropped in offense. “I was grabbing a T-shirt out of your closet.”

He glances down at the Colorado Rockies shirt I found folded on one of the shelves. “Was your own closet too much of an arduous journey for you?”

“Yes,” I reply and tip my chin up. “Plus, grabbing one of your shirts meant I could snoop and figure out what a true pervert you are for keeping my clothes hanging up in there all this time I’ve been living with you. God, what do you do with them? Imagine me inside them and jerk off?”

His brows lift as he refuses to smile. “I usually imagine them on my floor and me buried inside you when I jerk off.”

My cheeks flush at his candid reply, and I pull my lip into my mouth and chew it nervously.

He holds my gaze and props a hand under his head. “What do you imagine when you use that little vibrator you mentioned last night?”

“I’m not telling you that!” I gasp and look away, unable to fight the smile spreading across my face. “Obviously loads of guys way hotter and a lot less freaky than you.”

“Obviously,” he repeats.

I heave a sigh and turn to gaze at the magnificent creature before me. Why does this have to feel so good with him? If it didn’t, it would be a lot easier to say this would never happen again and go on our merry way.

“What are we going to do about us, Josh?” I ask, letting out a groan as I stare down at him. “There’s clearly an attraction here, and it’s making us both miserable.”

“I’m not miserable right now,” he replies, his voice low and sexy and causing a flurry of butterflies to erupt in my belly.

“You’re not miserable because we just had sex last night.” Obviously.

Josh shoots me a lazy half smirk. Maybe a quarter smirk. “I recall.”

I slide my lip between my teeth and work up the courage to hit him with the idea that I’ve been chewing on all morning while he slept. “What would you say if I told