One Moment Please (Wait With Me #3)(63)
My blood pressure sky rockets. I shove the door open, my heart in my throat. But when my glazed eyes focus, the only person there is Lynsey—in the tub, covered in bubbles, except for her two hands which are popped out of the water, holding a paperback book.
“Jesus!” she cries, nearly dropping the book into the water and recovering it before it fully submerges. “You scared the shit out of me, Josh.”
I check around the bathroom, needing double confirmation that nobody is with her. I stride to the counter and shut off her Bluetooth speaker, stopping the music and attempting to restart my heart. “Who the hell are you talking to in here?” The image of Lynsey talking dirty to another guy—a guy I hate to admit that I pictured as Dean—doing its best to sober me up.
“I was talking to the peanut,” she retorts, turning to set the book down on the round wooden stool beside the tub. She pushes back some loose strands of hair that have fallen out of her messy bun and pins me with an angry look. “Mind telling me why you decided to barge in here and scare me so much I almost peed in the tub?”
I stand awkwardly in front of her. “I um…thought someone was in here.”
Her brows furrow. “You thought I was asking someone to touch my cervix in here?”
I recoil at the memory. “It sounded bad on the other side of that door, okay?”
She rolls her eyes and moves to rest her arms on the edge of the tub, water dripping off into the rock bed drain below. “My pregnancy book says that the peanut can hear now so it’s a good idea to talk to the little one so they get used to the sound of my voice. I’ve been talking out loud all week. It’s a bonding experience.”
I close my eyes and shove a hand through my hair. “And you thought reading an erotic novel by,” I bend to pick up the damp paperback “Mercedes Lee Loveletter would be a good choice?”
“That’s Kate’s pen name.” she exclaims proudly, splashing water over the edge with her excitement. “And the baby can’t understand what I’m saying anyway so it really doesn’t matter what I read, just as long as I use my voice.”
I shake my head and open the book, my eyes widening when I read a small excerpt. “This is your friend Kate’s book?”
A dirty smile spreads across her face. “That one was a New York Times bestseller.”
My brows lift and I turn it over to read the back cover.
“This is kinky shit,” I state, sitting down on the stool and flipping through the pages. “Are you into this stuff?”
Lynsey giggles. “I might be.”
I pin my eyes to hers. “Care to elaborate on that thought?”
She bites her lip, and that small act alone gives me the urge to pull her out of this tub and fuck her over the counter. But I shake off those thoughts and focus on her lips as she speaks.
“Well, obviously, I like it when you spank me and a little rough play is kind of a thrill. But anything with butt plugs or anal anything…I’m out.” She wrinkles her nose and shudders. “Although I wouldn’t mind being tied up every once in a while.”
My lips part as I stare at her. “How do I know if this is real Lynsey speaking or the pregnancy hormones speaking?”
Her shoulders lift with a small shrug. “Guess you’ll have to stick around to find out.”
That comment has my brows furrowing because in the back of my mind, I’m scared this arrangement can’t last forever. She won’t be happy with only a part of me. Eventually, she’ll want more and when she realizes I’m incapable of giving her more, she’ll leave.
She grabs the book out of my hands, tossing it across the room to focus her attention on me. “Why don’t you join me in this tub and we can act out our own erotic scene?”
She waggles her eyebrows playfully, and all thoughts of the future disappear as my cock stiffens in my jeans. Without hesitation, I stand and pull my shirt off, getting even more turned on by the look on her face as she watches me undress with abandon. I step into the tub and lower myself on the opposite end. Water sloshes over the top and into the rock bed as I situate myself.
“Fuck, this feels good,” I groan, leaning my head back on the ledge behind me and stretching my legs out around Lynsey’s ass. “I’ve never actually used this tub.”
“Are you kidding me?” she exclaims, her brown eyes wide with shock. “This is my favorite room of the house. Those shower jets in the ceiling are freaking baller.”
My lips twitch. “Baller? Are you a rapper now?”
She shrugs. “I’m just saying this is way nicer than my old digs.”
“It’s all Max,” I reply with a sigh. “He has a contractor and an interior designer he works closely with. They renovate old houses all over Boulder and sell them for a huge profit. When I moved back, two years ago, I stayed in one of his apartments above the Pearl Street Pub for about a year until this house was ready.”
“Really?” Lynsey asks, playing with the bubbles on the surface of the water. “My friends and I hung out at Pearl Street Pub all the time. Kate, Miles, Sam, Dean. I’m surprised we never ran into you there.”
My lips pinch with her mention of Dean but I lower my chin into the water, trying to drown out those possessive thoughts. “I wasn’t at that apartment much. I was always at the hospital.”