One Moment Please (Wait With Me #3)(55)
I open my mouth and stammer, “I…I thought…”
“What?”
I shrug. “I just thought this was the only way you’d tell your parents. I don’t want to be your dirty little secret.”
His entire face flinches at my words, and he shakes his head, grabbing my chin to pin me with a serious look. “You’re nothing even remotely close to a dirty little secret, Lynsey.”
He exhales through his nose and releases my face, returning his attention to my hand to smear some ointment on the wound that instantly takes the pain away. “It’s ridiculous you’d even think that. And it’s ridiculous you didn’t tell me about this elaborate plan tonight.”
“Well, I was going to, but you were late,” I reply softly, my lower lip jutting out with my depressed state.
He places a bandage over the top of the burn. “I wouldn’t have been late had I known.”
I release a laugh, staring sadly at my hand as I reply, “Oh, I’m sure you would have gladly just left your emergency patients behind to be here for my ridiculous antics.”
“I would have.” His eyes lift to mine and pin me with such fierceness that it takes my breath away. “I would have left them for you.”
I blink back at him, shock seeping into my marrow. It’s not just overprotectiveness or anger or frustration on his face. Behind his usual fierce shield of armor is total terror.
Terror for me.
It’s enough to bring tears to my eyes.
I pull my hand out of his grasp, desperate to erase that anxiety. I cup his face in my hands, needing him to hear me when I say, “Josh, I’m okay.”
He shakes his head as though he can’t hear the words, so I hold him tight and say them again. “Josh, I’m okay.”
He closes his eyes for a long moment, and when he opens them, I nearly gasp when their red rims glisten, and his entire body literally shakes in my hands. My heart lurches.
“Josh?” I choke out, concern and worry drenched in my voice as he reveals something inside him that I’ve never seen before.
Vulnerability.
The next thing I know, our lips crash together in a hard, fast, and unforgiving embrace, and it’s as if a thousand-pound truck barrels into a stone wall covered in pillows.
We grip each other’s faces like lifelines as our mouths connect on a level so much deeper than I’ve ever experienced. He’s kissing. I’m kissing. And our bodies are heaving with need as everything we’ve ever felt…every emotion, every thought, every physical sensation pours into this embrace and into each other.
I have no damn clue who started the kiss. This isn’t what we’re supposed to be. But right now, this is what we need to be. And now that it’s begun, I never want it to stop.
My legs spread, pulling him closer, touching, feeling, needing him all over me. He thrusts his groin into my center, and I squeeze my thighs around him, wanting more, and less. Less clothes, less limits, less rules. I want nothing between us. No secrets, no boundaries, no worry…just flesh on flesh. The same way we created the life inside me.
He moves one hand into my hair and grips it by the roots, pulling my head back and deepening our kiss. It’s a claiming just like when we first met. It’s unrelenting and pressure-filled. His tongue plunges and begs for mine to give in to him, and I do. I do because it feels natural to be his like this. To let him possess my body like this. I crave it.
His mouth moves to my neck, his breath hot on my skin as I fumble for his jeans, my hands shaking as I try to unbutton them without jostling my wound. Finally, I shove them off his ass and fist his cock in my hand, squeezing the silky hardness of him as he groans loudly onto my neck. His hand slides up between my legs, and his fingers slip inside the crotch of my panties. With a grunt, he tugs on them so hard, they rip, exposing my wet center to the cool air. His finger teases my opening, and I open my mouth to cry out when suddenly, a knock sounds on the door.
“Joshy, is your little friend okay?” Lana’s voice echoes off the tile walls, and we both freeze, our mouths hanging open as our labored breaths mix with one another. When Josh doesn’t answer, she knocks again. “Joshy?”
Josh presses his forehead to mine, squeezing his eyes closed as I slowly release his dick from my hand and he pulls his hand away from my clit and takes hold of my thigh.
He clears his throat, and calls back, “Yes, Mother, she’s okay. We’ll be out soon.”
“Oh good,” she coos. She may literally be pressing her lips to the door. “Sue gave me some aloe vera from one of her hydroponic plants I thought you might like to try.”
Josh exhales through his nose, trying to steady his breathing before responding, “Maybe later, Mom.”
“O-okay,” she stutters, and then taps her nails lightly on the door handle before adding, “I’ll just slip it under the door in case that’s what Lynsey’s used to using for burns.” A little green stem in a clear sandwich bag suddenly emerges under the door. “Let me know if you need anything else, okay?”
“Okay.” Josh’s jaw ticks with agitation.
When Lana’s footsteps retreat, I can’t help the laughter that bubbles up my throat.
“Fucking hell,” Josh says, shaking his head and pulling away from me.
“Those hydroponic plants can be a real cock block,” I chortle, covering my mouth to hide my amusement.