Josh’s magical powers or a freakishly large epidural needle stuck in my back? No-brainer rightthere.
He pulled me close. My body tingled with need, with desire, with love. Then his lips brushed against mine, melting away even moretension.
Wow, he wasgood.
“How about I make us dinner and then we can talk.” His hand caressed my belly as he kissed me once more. “Maybe we can start thinking about babynames.”
“Can I help withdinner?”
“Sure. Why don’t I put on some music first? Don’t suppose you likejazz?”
My mouth almost dropped open in the most unattractive way. “I love jazz. My grandmother used to play it all thetime.”
Josh turned on the music. “Do you like chickenfajitas?”
“I lovethem.”
That got a grin out ofhim.
While Josh removed the ingredients from the fridge, he hummed. The humming then transformed into the same lyrics playing through thespeakers.
Fuck. Me. Dead!The man had an amazing singing voice—as in, if the devil on my shoulder was giving the angel a hard time, he would be stunned intosilence.
“I didn’t know you cansing.”
He frowned slightly. “I wassinging?”
Smiling, I nodded. “You didn’t know you cansing?”
My favorite sexy smirk slid onto his face—and the ache between my legs released a heartfelt, I-don’t-suppose-we-can-have-sex-nowsigh.
“Yes, I’m aware I can sing,” he said. “But usually I just do it when I’m alone, cooking, and listening to music. I guess it’s become a habit, and I don’t notice anymore when I’m doingit.”
“You should sing to the baby. He’d like that.” I did—so why wouldn’tJunior?
Smiling softly, Josh got down on his knee—and my heart just about stopped beating.He’s not proposing, you idiot, I remindedmyself.
He began singing to my belly—the song currently playing. That sound? Don’t worry about it. It was my ovaries exploding.Bam.
I wasn’t the only one appreciating the song. The bubbling sensation in my lower belly from earlier returned. “He’s kicking again. I told you he’d loveit.”
“Where?”
I placed Josh’s fingers on the spot where I’d felt themovement.
He kept singing, his attention on mystomach.
“Do you feel it?” I asked, suspecting he didn’t. It was too early in the pregnancy for anyone but me tonotice.
He shook his head but kept singing, and my heart melted a little more. Would his dad have done this? To me this was proof that Josh was nothing like hisfather.
Not evenclose.
Tears misted my vision. Seriously, hormones? Couldn’t a girl get a bloodybreak?
Once the song finished, Josh pushed himself up to stand. Before he could say anything, my arms were around his neck and I was kissinghim.
It started out tender. For about ten seconds. Then my hormones see-sawed the other way and the kiss became heated. If I wasn’t so busy kissing him, I would have scowled at the little buggers for the sudden case ofwhiplash.
