A Special Summer(68)

Too self-conscious to bend down to retrieve the towel she stood rooted to the floor.

Nick moved with the grace of a large cat as he stooped down in front of her picking up

the towel with his left hand as his right hand caressed her from ankle to hip as he rose to his full height. Summer took the towel backing away from his touch as she covered her nakedness.

Continuing his advancement until her back was against the wall, he had his prey trapped. Placing his hands against the wall on either side of Summer’s body boxing her in, he said, “Seen a naked woman in a very, very long time.”

What in the name of…? Summer’s heart began to pound in her chest as Nick lowered his mouth to her neck. Just as he was about to zero in on the area of her neck he wanted to taste, she said, “You hear that?” Craning her neck further to the side straining her ear to hear beyond the closed bathroom door gave him exactly what he wanted. It wasn’t her intention, but unwittingly she’d given him absolute access. Like a vampire he descended upon her, biting into, then sucking the soft, succulent exposed flesh. Nick’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as he ravished her flesh. Never before had anything tasted so sweet, so tender.

Summer let out a yelp from the pain of having her tender flesh ravished, only to be followed by eyelids heavily drifting shut as she gave into the pleasure. Right at that moment, she never wanted him to stop. One second she was whimpering and the next moaning as he sensuously alternated between biting, sucking and licking. It was as if her body was craving the attention he was giving it. Soft moans escaped her lips as he kept up his assault, giving her the perfect balance between pleasure and pain. Her body again betrayed her as her stomach quivered and the sensitive spot between her legs throbbed and ached for only him.

Oh this feels so good, too good. I need to stop this before I do something stupid. Like…

The noise she heard earlier was like a bucket of cold water being doused on her as her eyes popped open.

“Nick, you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Summer pushed against his chest with the palms of her hands.

“Stop Nick, listen.”

He lifted his head tilting it to the side. Shrugging a muscular shoulder, “I don’t hear anything.” He was too engrossed in breaking down her defenses he hadn’t heard a thing.

Summer turned her head as Nick tried to capture her mouth with his. As much as she wanted to lose herself in his kiss, she pleaded with him again. “Come on, Nick, please stop. I think I hear the baby crying.”

Backing up Nick heard the frantic cries of a hungry infant before he even opened the door. The urgent cries of his son immediately brought him under control.

“Duty calls,” he said as he left to tend to the needs of his son.

Good timing little man, Summer said to herself, holding the towel close to her traitorous body as she watched Nick’s retreating back.

Turning off the water, stepping in front of the mirror, she wiped it with her hand.“I knew it.” On her neck was a hickey the size of Texas. “What was I thinking? A second longer we’d be knocking boots. I wish he’d leave me alone and go find somebody else. I’m never going to get him out of my system if he keeps sniffing after me like some dirty old hound dog.”

Summer was flat out lying to herself. She didn’t want Nick to find anyone else. She wanted him to find her with his heart. But the only thing he had managed to do once they were alone was to get her all hot and bothered. And that upset Summer. Wasn’t she supposed to flee temptation like the pastor said on Sunday? But how in the world could anyone flee a drop dead gorgeous, six-three, two hundred twenty pound temptation?

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Going down stairs, Nick stopped in the living room long enough to put a pacifier in NJ’s mouth to quiet him as he laid him in his bassinet. The babe had been crying so hard his little face was as red as a tomato. “I’ll be right back buddy,” he crooned soothingly to the baby.

Once in the kitchen he prepared the bottle as Summer instructed him. Shaking the bottle on his wrist like the model in the baby magazine, he tested the milk. Satisfied the milk wouldn’t scorch the baby’s tender mouth he made his way to the living room. Picking up his son Nick settled his large frame down on the sofa. Becoming inpatient, NJ spit the pacifier out, squirmed and squealed, demanding to be fed. He greedily accepted the bottle as Nick placed the nipple in his mouth. The baby sucked and grunted at the same time as his hunger was being satisfied.

Nick smiled. “Buddy, you were hungry.”

Each time Nick held his son, he tripped. It was a good trip though. For years, he told himself he didn’t want children. That he didn’t have time for them or that he would never find