Page 76 of A Moment for Us
“Nothing,” I grumble.
“I see you’re in a good mood.”
I shrug, my head lolling to the side as I push the air from my lungs. “I need sleep. Sleep brings good moods.”
He comes over, lifts my feet, and then sits, pulling them on his lap. His touch sends tingles up my legs, and they settle where I really don’t need tingles. One day, a casual touch by him won’t be so bad. One day.
“What’s the plan for today?” he asks.
“Not a thing. I’m going to just bake slowly today.”
His brows crinkle. “Bake?”
I point to my stomach. “Buns are in the oven.”
He smiles. “Good thing you’re already preheated.”
He has no idea just how hot I am—for him.
I brush that thought aside. “What are you doing for the day? House hunting, perhaps?” I hint. He was supposed to move in here to keep me safe. Since there hasn’t been any other attempted break-ins for over a month, I think he should consider finding his place.
Josh smirks. “I’m good here for now.”
“You know, this isn’t forever.”
“I know.”
“Then you should probably start looking,” I suggest.
“I will when I’m sure you’re safe and after the babies come. You’re going to want help with the twins, right?”
“I guess,” I mutter and then huff. “You’re currently sleeping in their room. This house isn’t big enough for you to take up permanent residence. Where exactly will you sleep once they’re born?”
Josh doesn’t say anything at first. His eyes just study mine, and I swear he’s reading my soul.
“We’ll figure it out.”
I raise one brow. “Right.”
Instead of replying, he starts to run his thumb along the inside of my foot. And I moan. Oh, God how I moan. That feels heavenly. I can’t remember the last time someone rubbed my feet, but this, this is amazing.
“Oh, sweet Lord,” I say as he pushes along the muscle.
“Feel good?” His voice is low.
“So damn good.”
I don’t care that I’m completely embarrassing myself by moaning and arching my back. This is close-to-orgasm type good.
He moves his hand to the other foot, doing the same. My eyes close and sink into his touch.
“Josh?” I say as he massages in deep circles.
“Yes?”
“If you stop, I’ll kick you in the nuts,” I warn.
He chuckles. “Noted.”
