Page 103 of A Moment for Us
Then he’s over me, his arms on each side of my head. Josh’s eyes are hazy as he stares down at me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
My hands move up his arms, gripping his shoulders. “I want you inside me.” My legs wrap around his hips, and he settles himself there.
I feel the pressure as he just barely enters me. It’s so intense, the feelings that we are both experiencing, and tears begin to fall. “I love you,” I say, watching him through watery eyes.
“Say it again,” he asks as he pushes deeper.
“I love you, Josh.”
He moves forward again. “Don’t stop.”
“I love you. I love you. I need you.” I repeat the words over and over.
Josh thrusts forward, burying himself inside me, and the tears fall from being so overcome with love as he drives me to another orgasm.
* * *
Wrapped in a blanket on the floor, Josh feeds me cheese and bread. We’ve been like this for an hour, still finding ways to be touching. Making love was everything, but this is even better. Intimacy.
“Have you thought about what you’re going to do with work?” he asks as I lean against his chest.
“I’m going to keep doing it if that’s what you mean.”
He laughs. “I’m saying are you going to take some time off?”
I shrug. “I’d like to.”
“I think you should. You spend a lot of time on your feet at work.”
“That’s the truth. Still, with the house payments and the other stuff, it’s going to be hard to take that much time off.”
I have some vacation saved, and I’ll get a few weeks for maternity, but it still doesn’t feel like enough time. Thankfully, childcare is completely taken care of. Josh’s family and my mother have already offered—demanded—that I let them help. Mom will be the primary person, and if there’s a reason she can’t, Jess said I better call her.
Still, she has an infant, and I’ll have two. I’d like that to be a last resort.
“You know that I have money saved, right?”
“Yes, and that’s yours.”
His arm tightens. “I want to take care of you, Delia.”
I lift my head to look at him. “And you have. You do. Look at the work you’ve done to the house that you refuse to take any money for.”
“You let me live with you, that’s my rent.”
“If I recall, I didn’tletyou do anything.”
He grins. “Look how it worked out.”
Mollified, I let it go and put my head back down. “Josh?”
“Yeah?”
“I think you should move in with me,” I say with a grin.
