The Nanny Part 63

The playhouse shrank.

"I was jealous anyway."

"Were you?"

"Yes. Very."

"Who of?"

"Everyone. Even the kids. b.a.s.t.a.r.ds."

"The kids? You mean the ones who got us in the playhouse together?"

Josh laughed. "Looks like they're quite adult when they put their minds to it."

"Yeah," whispered Jo. "It's just us who need to grow up."

"I'm feeling particularly grown-up at the moment," he said. They were now lying facing each other, nose to nose, grin to grin.

"Ooer." She giggled.

Josh groaned playfully. "You are so gorgeous," he whispered.

She closed her eyes, and could feel his breath on her cheek and neck.

"That time you fell out of the sink," he murmured. She giggled. "Up till then I'd convinced myself that I just liked you, but oh G.o.d."

"I thought you were going to kiss me," she breathed into his neck.

"Kiss you?" He turned his head to hers. "I wanted to eat you."

She gasped, every nerve ending in her body on full alert.

"And then you told me you had a boyfriend." Josh moaned. "G.o.d, it was so awful."

"I know," she breathed. "I was just feeling so guilty and confused and...and h.o.r.n.y."

Josh nudged himself nearer, so their hips were gently touching.

"And," whispered Jo, "I didn't want to spend our first kiss feeling guilty."

Josh's lips gently found hers.

"And then you needed help getting to bed," he whispered into her ear, "and I had to listen to you cry without being able to soothe you like I wanted to. And I had to help you get into your nightshirt." He groaned.

"Did you see anything?" asked Jo suddenly.

"Nope. Even in your inebriated state, you still managed to ask me to turn around."

"Really?" she murmured, her hand stroking the back of his jeans. "Not much of a p.r.i.c.k-tease really then, am I?"

"Not then no."

He started stroking her hair all the way down her back. Her spine tingled.

"So how did you feel about Shaun that night?" asked Josh.

"The truth?"

"The truth."

"I could hardly remember his name when I was with you." He nudged his thigh ever so gently in between hers.

"That night he came to stay," whispered Josh. "It was h.e.l.l."

"I know."

"I was in the next room for Christ's sake."

"I know. I was..."

"Yes?"

"...thinking of you."

Josh lengthened his neck nearer to Jo.

"You don't need to just think of me anymore."

"Ooh! Mr. Fitzgerald!" mocked Jo. "What do you mean?"

"Do you think," he managed, hitching himself up, so he was lying above her, one hand lightly touching the back of her thigh, "we should kiss and make up?" His lips brushed hers.

"I don't know," she murmured, her arms finding their way up to his neck. "I can't think of anything at the moment."

"Oh."

"What do you think?" She closed her eyes and saw rainbows under her eyelids as Josh explained to her, as best he could, that he thought yes.

About the Author.

Melissa Nathan acclaimed author of Pride, Prejudice and Jasmin Field, was born and raised in Hertfordshire and now lives in North London with her husband. A journalist for ten years, she now writes novels full time.

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