I pull away, and our eyes dance in recognition of where we are in life. There is a glint in Nash’s eyes that holds me. I can’t tear away from them, even when he hoists me up onto the kitchen counter with clear purpose for what he wants.
“Summer,” he rasps.
I press my finger against his lips. “Shh.”
The corner of his mouth hitches up before he continues his journey, leading me to lie on my back as his mouth travels down my body, stopping just above that sensitive spot. Instead, he kisses my belly and then again.
“Screw my shh plea, I need to tell you that doing this on the kitchen counter is wildly inappropriate considering thereare baby bottles and cereal crumbs scattered around the counter,” I joke to break our moment into bliss.
“Tsk, tsk,” Nash tuts. “All the more incentive to take this wildly inappropriateness onto the floor.” In a flash, he picks me up, and we fall to the floor, and I giggle as we stumble. But he wastes no time and gets me on my back with his teeth dragging my shirt up, tugging a few times, his stubbled jaw rubbing against my skin and causing a sensitive ripple in my body.
I moan purely from watching him and his persistence. He must notice. “You might have back pain tomorrow. I need to keep you on the floor for a while so I can go slow and take you the way you deserve since you’ve knocked down a brick or two.”
As tempting as that is… I push him off me, and he sinks to sitting with his back to the cupboard door. I end up in his lap with my legs around him. “That’s only if you manage to get me off of you,” I challenge him, and I sweep my shirt up and off.
This is a mixture of fun and passion that continues to grow between us. There is a reason I don’t look at the pictures around the house anymore.
Because Nash re-entered my life, causing me to be blinded of the border between past and present.
17
NASH
With her hands on her hips and eyes wide, Summer stands in the living room like a superwoman. She’s surprised, but it’s already making her beam a smile.
“This is the costume choice?”
Bouncing Bo in my arms, he gives me no animation because he’s probably wondering what the fuck I’ve done to him.
“He’s a little hockey player,” I explain proudly.
“I gathered that with the booties that look like skates and a jersey, and is that a helmet? Wait, is that like a plush hockey stick?”
Glancing down, I admit that I knocked this out of the park. The onesie jersey might be a pain in the ass if we have a diaper drama.
Summer walks to Bo and instantly makes little noises with him, the type where she raises her tone and has a melody.
“I think everyone will think you are the cutest baby, yes you are.” She pretends to bite his skate, and he squeals.
“Does this upgrade me on the baby-qualification scale?”
Summer pretends to contemplate with her finger on her chin. “Hmm, let me think. You did pick his costume and now know how to make his bottle… If you can make his mom relax by coming a little more during the night, then that might get you those extra points.”
My jaw drops, because even if she’s toying with me, she just crossed a line. “Whoa there, my ability to relax you has a higher point average than my baby-scale record.”
She has a sultry appearance on her face, and I like that a lot. “You’re right. I’ll give you a 9.5. Now we should head to the Dizzy Duck staff party.”
“What are the chances that I can pass off the baby and sneak off with you?”
Summer nearly frowns. “I think as much as I’m taking my fears down a notch… I think we need to?—”
“I agree. Relax,” I assure her.
“Good. Now let’s go stuff our faces with food so we don’t need to worry about dinner later.”
I attempt to grab Bo’s attention. “See? Your mom is a smart lady.”
It’s a half-hour later when we get to the Dizzy Duck. Staff are busy out back enjoying a buffet and carving pumpkins. The weather is perfect today. An afternoon that only requires a light jacket. A few clouds, but I always felt autumn isn’t a sunny season.
