Chapter 273: Late-Night Interruptions
Summer shot him a glance. “Aren’t all pregnant women like this?”
Amusement filled Fraser’s eyes as he gently coaxed her. “Alright, my pregnant lady—whatever you say.” Fraser patiently fed her spoonful after spoonful, as if caring for a delicate pet, until the bowl was empty.
Once finished, Summer stood up to rest. But as soon as she rose, she felt Fraser’s hands gently holding her waist from behind. Fraser pressed his cheek softly against her belly. “If this little brat keeps causing trouble, I’m giving it a spanking when it comes out.”
Ever since getting pregnant, Summer had seen many pictures in parenting books. Many dads-to-be liked pressing their ears against the mother’s stomach, listening to their baby’s heartbeat. Fraser’s sudden action caught Summer slightly off guard. At the hospital, it seemed like her abdominal pain had eased when he showed up. Summer shook her head gently. “I’m okay now.”
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night sky was clear and dark like polished obsidian, sprinkled with stars. After a moment, Summer went to her bedroom to rest. Hearing lazy footsteps behind her, she paused by the bedroom door and blocked it slightly. “You said the bedroom was mine.”
Fraser lowered his gaze, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “My clothes are in there.” Summer pressed her lips together, then reluctantly stepped aside. Fraser slowly entered the room, unbuttoning his shirt without hesitation as he walked. The man’s bare torso revealed firm, sculpted abs leading down into his black pants. His long legs beneath looked restrained yet dangerously alluring. Summer quickly looked away. “Didn’t you say you were just getting clothes?”
Summer’s face heated immediately. She should’ve known this man was sly! “I’ll sleep next door, then.”
But before she could leave, Fraser grabbed her slender wrist, pulling her effortlessly into his embrace. Summer’s face pressed firmly against his bare chest. Fraser’s strong arms encircled her waist tightly, pulling her even closer. With their bodies pressed together so intimately, Summer could clearly feel the intense heat radiating from him, enveloped by his overwhelming masculine presence.
At first, Fraser just wanted to tease her. But holding her soft, delicate body against his own awakened something he hadn’t felt in a long time—an unexpected surge of desire. His dark eyes stared deeply at her—her delicate features, pretty nose, and slightly parted lips all carried a dangerously tempting charm. Summer raised her eyes, her gaze landing on his sharp Adam’s apple, then drifting upward to meet his eyes, dark and mesmerizing, pulling her into their depths like a whirlpool.
The temperature in the room began rising. Summer’s eyelashes fluttered lightly, and she whispered shakily, “Weren’t you…going to shower?” Fraser didn’t move, his eyes locked on her with intoxicating intensity. “Mm.” Summer’s heart quickened inexplicably. “Then go already.”
Fraser reached up, tracing his fingers slowly along her jawline, then up to her cheek, gently pinching her delicate earlobe. His eyes followed his fingertips inch by inch along her soft skin. His slow movements made Summer tremble slightly. She still had just enough sense left to pull back—but Fraser lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the European table by the windows. He parted her legs slightly, stepping between them. Summer’s breathing quickened as she felt the man’s powerful presence surrounding her completely.
“Summer…” Fraser murmured, leaning closer. Fraser pressed his lips gently against her earlobe, his hot breath caressing her ear, teasing. “Not like what, hmm?” His breath burned against her ear, making her heart tremble. Summer gave an unconvincing protest, “I don’t want to…” Fraser lightly bit her earlobe, tormenting her playfully. “But I do—I want you so much.” Summer closed her eyes tightly, biting her lip to stop the submissive moan from escaping her throat. Fraser took her arms and wrapped them around his neck. With her back pressed against the glass window and his fiery body in front of her, Summer’s skin flushed, tingling uncontrollably. Fraser’s lips slowly moved from her ear toward her cheek, his breathing heavy with desire, ready to take the next step—
Ring, ring, ring…
The phone suddenly started ringing! Fraser’s brows furrowed tightly in frustration. Summer opened her eyes at the sound, clarity slowly returning to her gaze. She pushed him away, jumped down from the table, and went to answer the phone.