She does the only thing she can think to do, she curls up behind him and wraps her arms around his tiny body. “You are safe now, Jonah,” she whispers the lie and hopes he believes it.
“Summer, why does everyone keep trying to hurt you?”
Summer laughs. “I don’t believe everyone does, just a few stupid men.”
Jonah rolls over and looks at her. “You smashed him good though!” He reminds her.
“Yes, I guess I did.” She giggles and tickles him. “But your Daddy was amazing, wasn’t he? He didn’t let anything happen to us, Jonah. Let’s get comfortable, okay.” She sits up and pulls off his shoes and little coat and moves to put them away.
“Sometimes bad things happen that we can’t control, but we are stronger when we stay together.”
“Cause we’re a family?” He asks with a yawn. His simple statement brings tears to her eyes.
“We've had a rough day, why don't you rest while I get cleaned up?” She watches as his eyes close, and he says, “Okay, Summer.”
When she hears a low curse come from the bathroom, she paces outside the door and finally knocks softly. Victor jerks the door open, and her eyes drift to his sculpted chest and chiseled body. He is naked to the waist and looks past her to the bed where his son is sleeping. Regret and worry linger in his eyes. Her hand on his chest brings his attention back to her, and she pushes him slowly inside the bathroom.
“Are you alright?” She asks after she closes the door. Her eyes snap to the blood covered rags in the sink and the piece of glass he is holding in his hand. “What are you doing?” She asks him sharply and walks around behind him and gasps.
“Why didn’t you call me for help, Victor?” She demands and snatches up a rag to blot at his back.
“Jonah doesn’t need to see this, that’s why.” He says, “I’m fine, Summer. Are you okay?” He turns and touches her face.
“Yes, thank you for helping me. I don't know what happened, one second you were there and the next second Earl popped in between us.” When she pulls her gaze from his chest, his eyes are staring at her with all his pent-up passion. A chill runs over her body when he leans down and takes her mouth. This is not the gentle, loving architect and father, but a soldier, a sailor and a man. His mouth moves over hers, and he jerks her body against his and takes all that she offers. Her mouth opens under his assault and his hot tongue spears at her, while her startled gasp causes him to grind against her.
Victor's hand sinks into her hair, and he jerks her mouth back, giving him access to her throat. He trails kisses over her face, chin and finally sucks on the throbbing vein in her throat. Her body floods with heat and desire while she clutches his naked shoulders and prays that he doesn't stop. One hand cups her breast and Summer groans when he nips at her sensitive vein.
Victor is thinking about sitting her on the sink when she touches the wound on his shoulder and brings him back to his senses. He rests his forehead against her and whispers, “Summer! You need to give me a few minutes. I’m trying to be a decent man, but I am only human.”
“What I witnessed today was more than merely a human. You have evolved to superhuman in my eyes. I crave you, Victor, more than anything.” She kisses his throat, and her hands move over his bare chest, “If you don't make love to me soon, I fear what I will do to you.” Victor's shocked expression causes her to laugh out loud.
“I’m sorry, but I’m human too, with all the human desires and needs of a healthy woman. I want you and soon. Does that make you think less of me?”
“Hell no, it makes me wonder why we’ve been wasting so much time talking.” He growls jerking her against his body once more. Summer laughs, and he wonders at the sound of it.
“Alright,” she states, pressing him back from her, “Jonah will be up shortly. Let me help you, turn around.” One large two-inch gash has a piece of glass sticking out of it, and the rest are superficial scratches. “Good lord, I need my bag.” She pulls open the door and rushes into the suite. Jonah is sleeping, thankfully and she grabs her carpet bag. As a daughter of a doctor, she never goes anywhere without a medical kit.
“This will hurt, I'm afraid.” She washes the gash with a little bottle of iodine and then goes on to use her tweezers to extract the glass free. Blood runs freely down his back, but he doesn't complain. Summer kisses the cleanest part of his back and applies pressure to the wound. “I think you need a few stitches, Victor. Shall I call for a doctor?”
“Can you do it? I'm not sure they have a doctor on board, and I wouldn't want them to know they hurt me?” To be seen as weak at this point would not be good, he thinks.
“Of course, I can do it, my father made sure I was trained in case I should need to assist him.” They move into the small room which has a chair that Victor flips around and straddles. Summer stands behind him and begins the process of sewing him up. He hisses when the needle pierces his skin.
“Where did you learn to
