Josh and Gemma Make a Baby(70)

Lord.

Good lord.

My eyes are drawn to Josh’s. I hold onto his gaze and for the first time in my life I don’t think I could look away from him, not even if I wanted to. Because he’s not smiling, not laughing, not amused, he’s…he’s…

I don’t know what. But whatever it is, it makes my heart race harder and my body feel tingly and uncomfortable.

There’s an intensity to him that I’ve never seen before, but that I suspect has been there all along.

Maybe I never noticed it, or maybe he’s never shown it before. I don’t know.

The nurse wraps up her instructions and I manage to say, “Thank you. Okay. Yes. Bye.”

I hang up and slowly put down my phone.

Josh watches me, he doesn’t say anything, I think he’s waiting for me to speak. I lick my lips and his eyes finally leave mine to latch onto the tip of my tongue circling over my mouth.

My stomach does a flip and I let out a shaky breath.

Josh’s eyes grow darker and I notice that his hands are clenched and he’s holding himself still. His eyes move over my face, carefully taking in my expression, and then he gives a slight frown and his shoulders fall.

“You’ll try again?” he asks.

I shake my head no.

“No?”

“No.”

Then I can’t take it anymore. I launch myself at him, and thank goodness he’s quick because he catches me in his arms. But I’ve knocked him off balance and he thuds against the thick wood door. I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck and I hug him to me.

“I am,” I laugh, “I am. I am. I am. We did it. We did it. She stuck.” Then I’m laughing and hugging him and saying over and over, “We did it, we did it.”

For a second, he stands stone still, then I think he takes in what I’m saying because he pulls me closer and then he’s spinning me around and the world is spinning in a happy, beautiful blur.

We did it.

The biggest, happiest smile I’ve ever had travels all the way from my heart to my lips. I bury my face against Josh’s shoulder and breath in the familiar smell of him and feel the rumble of his laugh.

Finally, he stops spinning me around and he comes to a stop.

He looks down at me and smiles.

My heart turns over in my chest. I’m slightly dizzy as I focus on him. My face is inches from his, so close that I can see his pupils dilating and feel his breath fall on my skin. My legs are wrapped around his hips and my arms cling to his shoulders. Suddenly, I’m aware of the heat of his hands gripping the space where my thighs and backside meet. I’m aware of my inner thighs wrapped around his middle. I’m aware of my sensitive breasts pressed against his chest. And I’m very, very aware of my lips only a breath away from his.

My body grows heavy and I sink further into him. My lips feel full and tingly. I lick them and move a little closer to him. Josh’s breath hitches as he stares down at my mouth. There’s nothing I want more than for him to span those few millimeters and press his lips to mine.

“Josh,” I whisper.

His pupils dilate even more.

“Yes, Gemma?”

“We did it.”

Then I can’t take it anymore, I lean forward and press my lips to his.

For a long moment he doesn’t move. He holds completely still as I take in the coolness of his mouth.

“Kiss me back,” I say.

Then, a dam inside him breaks.

He spins us around and shoves me against the apartment door. The thick wood rattles in the frame and vibrates against my back. Josh closes his mouth over mine. There isn’t any gentle coaxing or leisurely tasting. No. Not for Josh Lewenthal.

He bites my bottom lip, and when I gasp, he plunges in. His tongue licks at me, his teeth nip at me. He invades me. Never in my life have I experienced a kiss like this. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and God help me I suck on it and try to pull him deeper.

I dig my fingers into his shoulders and lean into him. The way he’s kissing me, like he’s been waiting years to take my mouth, makes me feel disoriented and dizzy. I can’t tell up from down, I only know that I’m in Josh’s arms and he’s right in front of me.

He tastes just like I remember, like sweet longing, laughter, and promised pleasure. My whole body lights up and I moan at the sensations building in me. His mouth is soft and hard, smiling and insistent, gentle and demanding.

His fingers dig into my hips and I rock into his length. I cry out at the sparks that light in my core. He starts up a demanding rhythm, the pace of his mouth matching the rocking of his hips. I reach up and grasp the length of his hair and tug, so that I can have more of him. More of his kisses. More of his thrusting. More.

“More,” I say against his mouth. “More.”

The liquid ache spreading through me has centered in my core and it’s growing and growing. I rub myself over him and my entire body blazes in pleasure. I cry out.

That does it.

Josh swears and lowers me to the hardwood floor. I’m panting, my lips are swollen, my breasts are heavy and all I want is Josh to touch me everywhere. I ache for it. I ache for him.

He looks into my eyes and whatever he sees there makes him stop and stare.

“Don’t stop,” I tell him. Then, in case he needs encouragement, “I have lime Jell-O in the fridge if you need it.”