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“All right,” I said. “Yoga itis.”
The ache between my legs sat up and rejoiced—having been on a hiatus for the past month. I blamed the morning sickness and exhaustion forthat.
Not to be a party pooper, I reminded it,but we’re doing yoga, not having sex. Clearly it had forgotten my no-sex rule when it came toJosh.
The ache rubbed its hands together and murmured, “We’ll see aboutthat.”
Oh,boy.
14
Holly
Josh showedup the following evening with two yoga mats. Purple for me. Blue for him. I was wearing a pair of yoga pants, which weren’t as loose at the waist as they used to be. My tank top was also starting to feel a little tight, especially across mychest.
What was Josh wearing? Basketball shorts and a team T-shirt. The soft navy fabric stretched across his chest and taut muscles—and the perma-ache between my legs let out a dreamysigh.
Now, you were probably wondering how things went last night when it came to our first yoga session together. Don’t worry, I was strong. The no-sex rule remained firm…much to the ache’s dismay. Which was why I suspected it was about to playdirty.
It didn’t help that I wanted to suddenly forget yoga and screw Josh instead. Maybe if we did it on the yoga mats, it counted as prenatalyoga.
No. No. No. Remember, we have the no-sex rule for a reason.We can’t let the pregnancy hormoneswin.
Naturally, the ache between my legs didn’t give a damn about that as it let out its warcry.
Which was another way of saying I moaned—even though Josh wasn’t touchingme.
We unrolled our mats in front of the big screen TV. I turned it on and hit play on the DVDplayer.
Those years of dance Mum had insisted on? They’d left me with a natural grace, flexibility, and balance that transferred to yoga. And judging from how well Josh was doing standing on one leg, his opposite foot pressed against his inner thigh, Junior would definitely be gifted with greatbalance.
“Now we’re going to do the Downward-Facing Dog,” the pregnant woman on the TV screen said. We had already been through several poses—my hormones being on their best behavior. Which was saying a lot when Josh’s amazing man-scent and pheromones were doing all kinds of crazy things to mywillpower.
I can be strong. I’m not going to lust over Josh…and his amazing body…and all those mouthwatering things said body can do tomine.
Inwardly, I glared at my noncooperative body, which had clearly taken over parts of mybrain.
The woman explained what she was doing as she got intoposition.
I followed her lead, my feet and hands on the floor, elbows and knees straight, butt in theair.
“From where I’m standing,” Josh said behind me, “that looks goddamnsexy.”
I let out a huffed laugh. “Glad you approve.” Still in position, I looked at him from between my legs, but onlyhislegs and the part of him that had gotten us into this predicament were visible. It was hidden in his shorts but was definitely more noticeable thanbefore.
The image of Josh taking me from behind flashed in my head, and just like that, I was suddenly very wet for him. Very wet and very achy.Dammit.
I let out another small moan, which was easily passed off as a yoga-related noise. “Are you just planning to watch my arse?” I asked, “Or are you getting into position?” I almost groaned out loud at the image replaying in my head—of Josh getting into position…behind me, then insideme.
My legs trembled in anticipation. Hell, my whole bodytrembled.
“Isn’t yoga supposed to be relaxing?” he asked, laughter in hisvoice.
“Yes.”
“Well, watching your ass in the air like that is very relaxing.” He stepped closer and settled his large, strong hands on my hips. Heat from his palms sank through the cotton of my yoga pants and made a beeline to the eagerache.
“You’re not playing fair,” I groaned and dropped to my knees, the pregnant woman on the TV long sinceforgotten.
