Chapter Sixteen
Wrapping her arms around his wide shoulders Nicey deepened the kiss by running her tongue along the side of Spencer’s mouth until he sucked on the tip and pulled into his mouth. She moaned in the back of her throat as two warm hands wrapped themselves around her butt and took a nice firm squeeze.
“If we don’t stop I’m going to take you right here in the front of my house because I don’t have any willpower when it comes to you,” he confessed licking the side of her neck.
“Do we really have to stop?” she complained.
“Unfortunately we do, I really worked hard on our meal and it’s on the inside waiting for us,” Spencer groaned stepping back from her. “Damn, you look good maybe we should have dessert first,” he suggested hopefully.
“Sorry you had your chance mister and you lost it.” Nicey smiled then looped her arm through Spencer’s. “Now take me….”
“I’ll take you to places you’ve only dreamt about.”
She really tried not to laugh but that line was so old she should hit him for even saying it to her.
“That was bad wasn’t it,” Spencer asked leading her into his house closing the door behind them.
The inside of Spencer’s house robbed her of any speech she may had.
The room he walked her into was three of hers combined and more.
A huge wall entertainment system/bookshelf was at the main wall and inside the center was a plasma television.
An assortment of books was placed neatly around making the light oak wood shine.
A fireplace was to left and a low fire was going adding warmth to the room.
Masculine furniture was spread out through the room making the space intimate and ready for any pastime.
Two weathered chairs were arranged at the sides of the fireplace so it could traffic around the back of the caramel couch.
The furniture consisted of durable expensive fabrics so pieces could last as long as possible.
Every comfort was within reach for a man like Spencer.
“You’ve a beautiful home,” she said looking over her shoulder into the steady gaze of Spencer’s blue eyes.
“It’s okay but I do get lonely way out here by myself,” he replied placing his hand in the middle of her back he lead her further into the room.
“Ohmigod,” Nicey whispered as her eyes landed on the setting in the middle of the unglazed ceramic tile floor that seemed to wrap around the living room.
“Do you like it,” Spencer asked by her ear. “I want us to do something different and fun for our first date.”
“It’s so romantic.” She continued to stare at the checkered blanket spread out across half of the floor. A picnic basket was in the center and to the side was a bottle chilling in a container of ice. Nicey felt Spencer move away from her and seconds later soft music played throughout the house.
She had never had anyone do anything this wonderful for her before. It touched her more than Spencer would ever know. It was something from the heart and required extra special thought. It almost made her think Spencer was falling in love with her.
A soft kiss was placed on the back of her neck and then a bouquet of roses was slid under her nose. “Welcome to my home, Nicey.”
Taking the flowers from Spencer’s hand she smelled their sweet scent and then spun around. Sliding her arms around his neck, she planted a long lingering kiss on his mouth. “Thank you for the invitation and the roses,” she murmured moving back.
“You are more than welcome, beautiful.” He grinned. “Let me take these back into the kitchen and you can get them back when you leave.”
While Spencer was in the kitchen taking care of her flowers she went over to his book shelf and glanced at all the books he had lined up there.
Most of them were suspense and mystery; she only saw one or two law books.
Towards the back of the shelf a picture frame caught her attention grabbing it she looked at Spencer with arm wrapped around a woman.
The woman reminded her of that actress named Cindy Carlton from that soap opera.
Rishelle got her hooked on that show last year and she taped it so she would never miss an episode.
“Hey, what are you looking at,” Spencer asked coming up behind her.
Spinning around she showed Spencer the picture in hand, “Isn’t this Cindy Carlton?”
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He felt his world crash around his feet as he stared at the photograph in Nicey’s small hands. Why in the hell didn’t he remember that the picture was there? He had searched over the house taking away the other photos of him with his sister, but missed that one.
Was Nicey’s a fan of the show? Was she like the rest and had a hidden desire to be an actress too? Had he fallen for the same type of woman that he was trying to avoid all along? There was only one was for him to find out.
“Yes, that her,” he answered moving to take the picture away from her and place it back on the bookshelf. “Are you a want to be actress too?”
Laughing Nicey tapped her finger in the middle of his chest, “Do you have a crush on her because she’s an actress?”
A crush on his own sister, he thought. “No, I don’t have a crush on her. My best friend Ben and I were at an event and she was there. He wanted us to take a picture with a famous actress so he took pictures of us. He kept the one of himself and sent my copy in a frame.”
Spencer hated lying to Nicey but he wasn’t ready to tell her the truth yet. He was almost there at winning her over and he wasn’t going to chance telling her the truth about his sister. Cindy was already going to be a problem when she realized Nicey was going to be a part of his life.
“How cute,” Nicey smiled moving around him. “At first, I thought she was my competition until I looked at the picture closer. I knew who she was because my best friend Rishelle is a huge fan of the soap opera she’s on.”
“Are you a fan too?” Spencer inquired watching how the jeans hugged Nicey’s butt as she moved over to the patio doors.
“Yeah. I hate to admit that I do watch the show.”
Great…He couldn’t believe this was happening to him.
How was he going to get out of this? He was going to do it the only way that he knew how.
Moving behind Nicey he wrapped his arm around her waist. “Can we stop talking about an old picture and let’s enjoy this romantic setting I worked so hard on? ”
“I love when we get to spend time together?” Nicey said resting the back of her head against his chest.
Closing his eyes Spencer sent up a silent prayer that he was able to get over this bump in his relationship with Nicey.
After she was totally in love with him he would invite Cindy over here for dinner and introduce the two of them.
By then Nicey was just laugh it off and then get on him after Cindy left.
“What are you thinking about?” Nicey asked.
“About how if we don’t start eating pretty soon I might want my dessert first,” he growled nibbling at her sweet neck.
“I do have a sweet tooth, but I want to taste all the things you have in that basket for me.” Nicey slipped out of his arms and took a seat on the blanket. “Are you going to keep me waiting?”
“You never have to worry about that. I’ll come running anytime you want me too,” Spencer assured the woman he was falling in love with as he took a seat across from her.
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The light from the fireplace highlighted the couple cuddled up on the floor as the romantic sounds of Luther Vandross lurked them into a world of their own.
Spencer brushed a lock of hair away from Nicey’s ear and wished that every day could be like this.
He never realized how dull and predictable he was life until the bundle of joy in his arms came along.
Nicey had a hard time opening up to him, but now that she had he would do everything to keep what they had special and new.
He wasn’t going to let her go for anything in the world.
Any personal changes that had to be made to his life would be made without a second thought.
If he had to get involved with an activity that he hated the only person he would do it for would be Nicey.
Hell, if she needed a backrub after a long day at work then he would be the man that would give it to her. Each time he looked into her eyes he saw his future for the next fifty years.
“I should be going,” a soft voice mused stroking the hairs on his arm.
Flipping Nicey over he covered her smaller body with his, “I don’t want you to leave.” He breathed in her unique scent and knew that tonight was the night he wanted to make love to Nicey.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked running her fingers through his hair. “If we make love it’s going to mean a lot to me.”
“Beautiful, you are the most important person in my life. This is going to mean as much to me as it does to you. I…” he paused trying to get the words out. “I’m in love with you and I love you.”
“I’m very fond of you myself,” Nicey grinned up at him.
Spencer started to feel a pain in the center of his chest until he saw the light in Nicey’s dark eyes and then it hit him. She was teasing him. Well, two could play this game. “Since you’re only fond of me I guess I could always call one of those other ladies for a date.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Nicey gasped poking him in the chest. “You’re my man and I don’t share anything that I love with anyone else.”
“You love me?” He smirked.
“I guess I could get used to looking at your face,” she answered while her fingers worked on the buttons on his shirt. “Isn’t that what people in love do?”
“I believe they do,” he agreed as he tried to find a way to get the black sweater off of Nicey.
“Baby, it buttons up in the back.” Nicey told him as she pushed him back so she could sit up.
“Then I guess I better find a way to get you out of it then.” Standing up Spencer pulled Nicey to her feet and positioned her so her back was to him. He ran his hands down her neck and over her shoulders liking how her body jerked under his touch.