Page 35 of Loving Josy
Noah
This is the first time I’ve had the woman of my dreams in my house. Josy steps inside, looking like a goddess in that green sundress, the fabric flowing with every graceful move she makes. She’s taking in the space, eyes roaming over the kitchen, the living room, and the dining area. There’s this look on her face like she expected me to live in some bachelor pad with mismatched furniture and a mess everywhere. I almost laugh, but I keep it to myself, enjoying her surprise.
As she walks further in, her stomach growls, and I can’t help but chuckle. “You hungry?”
She nods, a little embarrassed. “Yes. I haven’t eaten anything since I felt sick earlier.”
Hearing her tell me she hasn’t eaten since I saw her last, wipes the smile off my face. I close the space between us, my hand lifting to brush some of her wild curls away from her face. As I do, I let my fingers linger, tracing her soft skin. She’s wearing a little makeup tonight, not that she needs it but knowing she did that for me makes something warm settle in my chest.
Her breathing picks up the moment I’m close and My voice drops low as I murmur, “You need to eat, sweetheart. I know youweren’t feeling well earlier, but you have to think about our baby now. You need your strength.”
My hand moves to her belly, the spot where our baby is growing, and her breath catches. God, I love that I can make her react like this. Her body responds to me even when she tries to keep her distance. I entwine our fingers and pull her closer, feeling the slight tremor in her body as she gasps at the sudden movement.
Now that I’ve got her right where I want her, chest-to-chest, I lean in toward her lips. I’ve been craving another taste of her just a small bite of that bottom lip I love so much. She must sense it because she licks her lips, and that tiny action sends a surge of heat straight to my dick.Damn, she has no idea what she’s doing to me.
But instead of kissing her, I lean down to her ear, my voice barely a whisper as I say, “Let me feed you, sweetheart. Then we’ll talk.”
Her breath hitches again, coming in faster now that I’m so close. I should pull back and give her some space, but I can’t help myself. As I lean away, I let my lips brush against hers, just enough to nip at her bottom lip. It’s not nearly enough for me, but I know if I start kissing her now, there’s no way we’re going to have that talk. And we need to talk.
For now, I’ll just have to settle for the taste of her lingering on my lips, knowing that after dinner, I’ll be ready for more if she lets me.
With our fingers still intertwined, I guide Josy to the dining table, pulling out the chair for her to sit. Once she’s settled, I head to the kitchen, ladling the chicken soup into bowls. The smell is rich and comforting, just like I hoped it would be. I grab the toasted bread from the oven, making sure everything is just right.
Placing the bowl in front of her, I return for the bread and my own bowl. When I sit down, I notice the way Josy glances between the soup and me, curiosity and something else flickering in her eyes.
“I figured since you weren’t feeling well, I’d make something light that might help,” I explain. “I read online that soup, crackers, and ginger ale are good for morning sickness. I hope this makes you feel better.”
She tries to hide her surprise, but I see the little smile tugging at her lips. “You read about pregnancy and made this just for me?”
“Why do you sound so surprised?” I tease.
“I don’t know, I just am. I really appreciate it,” she says, her smile turning a little shy.
“What do you want to drink? I’ve got ginger ale, water, lemonade.”
“Water is fine.”
I nod and grab two bottles from the fridge, placing one in front of her and the other in front of me. Sitting back down, I watch her, anticipation building. “Go ahead, try it. It’s not poison, I promise,” I say with a grin.
“I know it’s not,” she replies with a chuckle. “I’m just... I don’t know.” But she picks up the spoon and takes a tentative bite. Her eyes widen, and the satisfaction in her expression makes me feel damn proud.
Looking at me, she’s clearly impressed. “Wow. This is delicious. I didn’t know you could cook. Wait, did you actually make this, or are you messing with me? Did someone else do all the work?”
I burst out laughing. “Come on, woman. I made this myself. I’ve got skills, and I know how to use them.” I wiggle my eyebrows, earning a laugh from her, and damn, it’s the sweetestsound. She’s so beautiful when she laughs, and for a moment, I’m completely mesmerized.
I want to be the one who makes her laugh like that for the rest of her life.
"Come on, eat so we can talk." I nod toward her soup, and Josy picks up her spoon. I watch her as she takes a few bites, trying not to let my thoughts show on my face.
“When are you calling your doctor to make that appointment?” I ask, breaking the silence.
“I already did,” she says between bites, her voice steady but distant. “They scheduled me for next Wednesday morning at ten.”
“Good. I’ll be there. Do you want me to pick you up?”
“No, it’s better if I meet you there. That way, when we’re done, we can head back to work.”
“Josy, I don’t mind picking you up. But if you’d rather go alone, that’s fine too. Just text me the address, and I’ll be there.”
