He lifted a dark brow as his face knotted into a perplexed expression.
Summer laughed. “I pumped a few ounces earlier. It’s in the fridge; just put the bottle in a cup of hot water to take the chill off.”
“A’ight, that makes sense. I was beginning to think you had postpartum madness or something,” he chuckled.
“No, Mr. Smarty Pants, just a desire to take a nice long hot shower.”
Easing pass him in the doorway Summer’s right breast brushed against his arm. Instantaneously their bodies reacted to the intimate touch. When they briefly locked eyes the passion they saw was undeniable.
Unconsciously, Summer crossed her arms concealing her breasts. “Excuse me.”
“Not a problem,” Nick mumbled as she closed the bathroom door in his face.
Stripping out of her clothes down to her bra and panties, Summer looked at her form in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Nick was right; her body had retained all its former curves after giving birth. A frown flashed across her face as she stared at her full breasts remembering how her body betrayed her, awakening a strong need for him.
“I need to be taking a cold shower instead of a hot one,” Summer mumbled to herself hating the very fact that she still craved the man.
The hot water was soothing and just what she needed to ease the sudden tension her body felt as muscles in her neck began to tighten. With her back facing the stream of water, she forced her thoughts away from Nick and to her baby. Tonight would be the first night they would be alone. A part of Summer was glad about it. Yet another part of her was anxious, giving her thoughts up and over to paranoia. What if someone tries to break in? Or the house catches on fire. Maybe I should ask Nick to spend the night. He could sleep in my room and I’ll sleep on the daybed in the nursery. Summer let out a frustrated sigh. Oh goodness why am I tripping like this? Nothing’s going to happen…right?
The last thing she needed was for that man to spend the night under her roof. Although she had determined in her mind a thousand times she was letting him go, her heart and body had a hard time cooperating with her head. The very sight of the man made her weak in the knees. Why did he have to stand in her bedroom doorway looking all sexy and everything? Talking in that deep voice that had the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. Telling her he loved her hair and that her body looked tight. What kind of game was he playing anyway? He barely said “boo” to her over the last six weeks. Besides, by now he should have known there was no going back for them. Too much damage had been done. The only thing they had in common was their son. NJ would be the only thing that kept them involved as parents and nothing else.
After showering, Summer stepped out of the tub turning off the cold water and leaving the hot water running giving the bathroom a sauna effect. Before she could reach for a thick terrycloth towel to dry off she jumped turning toward the door as it flew open. The barging in of her intruder startled her something terrible as she stared wide-eyed at him.
“Summer…” Nick’s words trailed off mid-sentence. He was not prepared for what he’d barged in on. Unconsciously he licked his lips as he drank in the vision before him. There she was completely nude as the day she was born. Body glistening as drops of water lazily glided down her breasts, abdomen, thighs and legs. Immediately his body responded. In his head he screamed, “Daaayum! Double Daaayum!” as his eyes roamed her petite body from head to toe and then in reverse again.
“Nick! What are you doing?” Summer yelled crossing her arms shielding her breasts from his roaming eyes.
“I just…wanted…to know…how long to let…the bottle sit…in the hot water. And is… hot tap water okay…or should I…boil it?” He asked distracted, hardly able to get the words out as his eyes continued to roam.
“About three to four minutes. And yes, hot tap water if fine. You should’ve knocked before barging in here,” she snapped, irritated with him.
“I thought you were still in the shower. I heard the water running.” Getting over his initial shock of what he’d stumbled onto Nick could no longer suppress the sly, wolfish grin spreading across his face.
Stomping her foot, crossing her arms tighter, Summer yelled, “Stop looking at me like that!” Dirty dog !
“Like what?” he grinned.
“Like you’ve never seen a naked woman before,” she snapped.
Shutting the bathroom door he advanced a step closer, Summer withdrew a step. “I haven’t.”
Summer snatched at a towel on the rack. Nervous jitters replaced irritation as she fumbled, dropping the towel to the floor. “You haven’t what?” she asked breathless.