Page 4 of A Moment for Us
I want to rail at him, but I don’t because it’s not worth it. And I won’t expend that much energy on Joshua anymore. “It is what it is.”
We stand at the same time, and I sway. Josh’s arms wrap around me quickly, helping to steady me.
He’s so close.
So close, and God, he smells so good. I close my eyes, inhaling deeply as his cologne mixes with vanilla, which I happen to love. I commit all of this to memory—the heat of his body, the way his hands feel on my skin, and the sound of his deep voice rumbling in my ear.
Then I look up, bad idea that is, and see his beautiful face. The way his blue eyes are intense and piercing. How his jawline is covered in brown whiskers I wish I could feel as I kiss him and run my fingers over the sharp angle of his jaw. There’s a scar above his left eyebrow that he got from Alex when he threw a rock at his head. Other than that, his cream-colored skin is unmarred and . . . touchable.
Josh releases me, and I clear my throat. “Thanks.”
He nods and then glances at his clothes. “Well, this isn’t going to work.”
“No,” I say with a laugh. “Not only because we’re a mess but also because Jessica won’t allow us to sit on any furniture or go near her because we smell like vanilla.”
“Of course, I can’t even change here because Grayson’s clothes are two sizes too small.”
Josh is the tallest of the Parkerson brothers and the broadest. Oh, and he’s the sexiest.
Damn it.
I meant most stubborn. Not sexiest.
Okay, well, he’s both.
“And Jessica is in her maternity clothes. Last week, I helped her move all her regular clothes over to her mother’s since there’s no closet space here. I’m going to head home now and change.”
“Nice that you live close. You get to change and I have to stay in cake for an hour.”
“Think of it as having your cake and wearing it too,” I say with a grin and head out.
Josh’s hand grips my bicep, stopping me. “I’ll drive us.”
“Drive us where?”
His big, blue eyes stare down at me, causing my breathing to falter. “To go get changed.”
What I hear from that is . . . we’ll get naked together.
I mentally slap myself. Not naked. Not we. No us. No nothing.
“I can drive myself. Thank you, though.”
He looks out the window. “Well, you’re boxed in thanks to being the first one here.”
Damn it. “I’ll just wear one of Grayson’s shirts.”
There is not a chance in hell I’m going anywhere with Josh alone. Not because I’ve had about a million fantasies of how this ends but because I will be surrounded by him.
I’m just not doing it.
Chapter 2
Joshua
“Where to first? Your place or mine?” I ask as she sits in the passenger seat.
“Ugh.” She groans and then slaps her hand over her face.
