Chapter 147: A Night of Heat and Desire

Summer let out a soft moan, her voice sweet and sultry, the lingering note teasing like a whispered invitation.

“You want me too,” Fraser’s eyes darkened dangerously, his gaze burning with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Desire flickered in his stare, raw and undeniable.

Summer fought to hold onto reason. “Fraser, we… we should talk first.”

“No.”

Before she could react, Fraser leaned in again. One hand gripped her waist; the other tilted her chin, keeping her from turning away. His lips crashed against hers, claiming her with a kiss that was both dominant and filled with raw desire. A faint mix of cigarette smoke and pinewood filled the space between them.

Summer felt her blood heat up, her legs turning weak beneath her. His large hands gently lifted her injured leg. Then, at the last moment—

Summer’s eyes snapped open. “Fraser, stop!”

Fraser pressed his forehead against hers, his deep gaze locking onto hers. His voice was husky and rough. “I want you so badly tonight, Summer. Will you give yourself to me?”

The way he said her name—low and raspy—made her breath hitch. She couldn’t resist. Her hand, which had been pushing him away, slowly loosened.

In the next moment, his fingers unfastened the buttons of her shirt, one by one. They slipped free, scattering to the floor. In the dim light, her porcelain-white skin was an irresistible temptation.

“I’ll be gentle. I won’t touch your leg.”

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their silhouettes melting into each other against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air was thick with heat and desire, pulsing between them.

Summer felt light as air, like she was drifting through a dream. But at the same time, she was caught in the tide, pulled under by something deeper—something she couldn’t resist. The waves carried her higher and higher, and all she could do was hold on.

Afterward, Fraser carried her to the bathroom. The clear water rippled in the tub as he stepped in, holding her close. With her wrapped against his chest, he let the foamy body wash lather over their skin. Even through the bubbles, faint red marks dotted her delicate body—stark, undeniable evidence of their night. Fraser carefully wiped her down, his palm gliding over her skin—soft and smooth.

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