Page 10 of Charm (Billionaire Buck Boys #7)

CHAPTER TEN

Holden

By the time I’ve exited the bathroom after discarding the used condom in the trash, Summer is wearing a short royal blue silk robe. I can only assume that she snuck out of this room and into another bedroom to retrieve that.

I can’t say I’m surprised that she left while I splashed water on my face to try and center myself.

I know I wasn’t quick about it. That’s because I stared into the ornate mirror hanging above the sink in the bathroom that’s attached to this bedroom.

I swear I look different after that experience, but it’s likely just good sex messing with my mind.

Scratch that.

It was great sex. In fact, it’s the best I’ve ever had.

“You’re smiling,” Summer points out as I tug my board shorts back on.

“Thank yourself for that,” I say, dragging a hand through my hair. “You’re something else.”

Her hand drops to the front of her robe. She pulls on the end of the sash as if she’s tightening it. “You are. I’m sore in places I’ve never been sore before.”

“Another compliment?”

A light burst of laughter falls from her as she stalks toward me. “You know you’re good in bed.”

Chuckling, I grab her around the waist to tug her close so I can kiss her. I do it softly, taking the time to breathe in the soft floral scent of her skin. “I know you’re an incredible woman.”

She leans back slightly so our eyes lock. “Hungry?”

“For you?’ I ask because all I want is another taste of her.

Studying my face, she shakes her head. “For food. I can make you a sandwich.”

I won’t turn down anything from this woman. Eating a sandwich with her will give me more time to stare at her. I consider that a win. “I’d like that.”

She tilts her chin slightly. The only light in the room is from a small lamp on the nightstand.

Summer must have turned it on before she left the room.

It’s casting a warm glow over her face that makes her eyes dance.

“I hope you’re adventurous. I had my rideshare driver stop at this cute little market so I could pick up a bunch of fresh ingredients for the weekend.

How does a grilled fig, apple, and brie sandwich sound? ”

I’m impressed. I was thinking peanut butter and jelly were on the menu.

“It sounds like my new favorite sandwich.” I smile. “You work in the culinary world, don’t you?”

I’m pressing for more information because I’m damn curious about her. Beyond what we just did in bed, all I know about Summer is that she’s divorced and not afraid to arm herself with an umbrella when she feels threatened.

“I took a few cooking classes.” She huffs out a laugh. “I’m trying to improve my skills in the kitchen. The sandwich was the first thing the instructor taught us to make.”

“Let me guess.” I brush my lips over hers for a kiss. “You got an A plus.”

She leans closer for another, deeper kiss. “You can grade me after your first taste.”

I know she’s talking about sandwiches, but my first taste of her will linger with me for a hell of a long time, and it tops any ranking system in existence.

“I want you to be brutally honest about the sandwich, Joe.”

I raise a hand in the air as if I’m making a vow. “I’ll tell it like it is. You have my word.”

“That was fucking amazing,” I say as I place both of our plates into the dishwasher. “Your culinary instructor would be proud of you.”

Summer brushes a hand over her shoulder. “I agree. I did a mighty fine job.”

She did. The sandwich was delicious. The best part was watching her savor her creation. The way she licked her bottom lip was mesmerizing. As I ate my sandwich, I had to remind myself not to stare at her.

“How about an after sandwich swim?” I ask even though it’s inching close to three a.m. and I can tell she’s tired.

She’s yawned a few times since we sat down to enjoy our snack.

“Isn’t there a rule about not swimming after eating?” she questions, a sly smile spreading over her lips.

I take the bait and answer the question in a way I hope gets me what I want. “Probably, but I know for a fact there is no rule about eating after eating.”

Her brow furrows. “Don’t you mean there’s no rule about eating after swimming?”

“No,” I answer succinctly as I close the distance between where I’m standing and the stool she’s sitting on next to the large kitchen island. “I meant what I said. There’s no rule about eating you after eating.”

To drive my point home, I trail my pointer finger over the smooth skin of her thigh. I caught a glimpse of white lace beneath the robe, so I know she took the time to slide on a pair of panties when she put on the robe.

Her gaze leaves my hand to focus on my face. “If we do that, neither of us will get any sleep tonight.”

“Is that a problem?”

She laughs, but a yawn takes over. “For me, yes. I’ve been up since five this morning…or is it yesterday morning?”

“That’s almost twenty-four hours.”

Nodding, she places her hand over mine before it can reach its final destination. I want to touch her again. Ripping the panties off of her and burying my tongue in her pussy seems like the perfect after sandwich treat.

“I need to sleep, Joe,” she whispers. “Can we pick this up tomorrow?”

“It is tomorrow,” I point out as I lift her hand to my lips for a soft kiss on her palm.

That pulls more laughter from her. “Later today, then?”

“Later today,” I agree with a nod. “I’ll take off.”

She leans closer to wrap a hand around the back of my neck as she pulls me in for a kiss. It’s soft yet raw in its intensity. My cock throbs as she bites the corner of my bottom lip slightly. The pinch of pain is enough to send my feet forward until I’m standing between her legs.

The kiss breaks when she sighs. “I’m already looking forward to later.”

I steal one last kiss from her. I’d say it’s almost chaste, but that would be a lie. There’s nothing innocent about how I feel when I touch her.

“Later, as in an hour from now?” I tease while brushing a strand of her hair from her forehead.

“Around noon would work,” she says, placing a hand in the center of my bare chest. “I need some time to catch my breath. Don’t you?”

I can’t hold back a smile as I avoid answering the question because I’d have to admit that I’ve been breathless since I walked into this house hours ago. “I’ll be back then.”

“It’s a date.” She runs a fingertip over her bottom lip.

Fuck me if that’s not one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. I stare at her, saving the image to memory. “It’s a date.”