One Moment Please: A Surprise Pregnancy Standalone (Wait With Me #3) - Amy Daws Page 0,18

I caress him because clearly, I’m an insane lunatic who fondles dicks in the middle of the street.

Typical Friday night for good ole Lynsey Jones!

He groans and presses his forehead to mine. “We’re going to have to move this inside unless you want me to fuck you outside in front of all my neighbors.”

He breathes heavily against my cheek.

“Finally, we agree on something.” I let out a little yelp of surprise when he turns and drags me toward his front door.

“Always so mouthy,” he murmurs as he opens the door, flicks on some lights, and steps back to let me inside. I don’t even try to hide my pleased smirk. I love that I get under his skin.

I make a move to walk into the house and trip on the floor transition, nearly toppling to the ground before Josh wraps his arms around my waist to stop me from falling.

“Fuck, are you okay?” he barks, almost agitated at my lack of coordination.

“I’m fine.” I straighten while pushing my hair out of my face. “I’m just a bit of a klutz. Hopefully, you weren’t expecting any acrobatics from me in the bedroom.” I laugh awkwardly, and my face falls as I notice the barren space. “Did you just move in?”

“No,” he replies, his voice flat.

I move toward the sad-looking white plastic chair sitting in front of a stone fireplace and set my clutch on it. “So, the sterile waiting room chair is a decorative statement?”

Josh narrows his eyes as he drops the keys on a small entryway table. “Are we still doing the talking thing? I thought we moved on to other plans.”

Rubbing my lips together, I feel a flood of heat course through my veins at the predatory look in his eyes as he stalks toward me. The expression on his face reminds me of how he looked all those days he glared at me in the cafeteria.

God, was that foreplay, and I was too stupid to realize it?

He eliminates the space between us to grab me around the waist. His mouth collides with mine, and we’re a mess of lips and hands all the way through his living room, down a darkened hallway, and into the bedroom at the end, me tripping along the way as usual and grateful for his strong hold on me so I don’t completely face-plant somewhere.

He flicks on the light. A large, delicious bed and a sad little nightstand reside along the far wall. Not much décor in here either. Maybe he’s a workaholic and sleeps at the hospital a lot? He certainly spends enough time in the cafeteria.

“Take your clothes off,” Josh demands, his voice deep and growly.

My nipples tighten beneath my strapless bra.

“Bossy much?” I prop my hands on my hips as I stand in front of his bed.

He crosses his arms over his chest, watching me like he knows it’s only a matter of time before I give in.

Dammit, he’s right.

With trembling fingers, I kick off my heels and strip down to my bra and panties, hesitating to do more because he inspects every square inch of my body as though I’m naked already.

“Jesus.” He steps forward and trails his fingers up and down my bare arms. “You’re beautiful.”

My brows furrow.

This seems like a compliment. I didn’t take Josh for the complimenting type.

“I would have taken you more for a dirty talk kind of guy. Or are you all bark and no bite?”

His eyes lift to mine, and he steps back and hits me with an unamused look.

“There goes that mouth again.” He unbuttons his shirt. “Always talking.”

“What are you going to do about it? Tell me I’m beautiful again?”

He undoes the last button on his shirt, pulls it off, and…holy mother of hotness.

Pecs…check.

Abs…check.

Adonis V…check.

Clavicles that I didn’t even know were hot until right this moment…check.

And his shoulders look positively lickable. They’re broad and God-like, and he should just be a lifeguard because it’s a crime to cover this body in those scrubs he wears. A tattoo peeks at me from the inside of his bicep, but his voice distracts me before I can see what it is.

“You’re going to pay for that sarcasm.” He moves closer to loom over me in all his statuesque glory. He’s a giant now that I’ve ditched my heels. He’s a shirtless, delicious-smelling giant and why is a shirtless man in a pair of suit pants so freaking hot?

I tilt my lips up, silently begging for him to kiss me again. He dips his face