Page 23 of Charm

“You had half a glass,” he points out as he tops up his glass. “Are you a lightweight, Summer?”

“A lightweight drinker?” I ask even though I know full well that’s what he means.

He answers with a brisk nod and a smile.

“I’m not,” I confess, although it’s been years since I drank more than one glass of wine or one cocktail in a sitting.

“That’s another little sliver of information I can file away in my memory about the mysterious woman who I spent an unforgettable weekend with.”

I lean forward and tilt my chin up. “What other information have you filed away about me?”

He brushes his lips over my cheek. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

I would, but his perception of me is his alone. I’ll leave East Hampton on Sunday with memories of him, too. Maybe they’ll line up with who he is in his real life…maybe they won’t. Itdoesn’t really matter because this weekend feels like the best dream I’ve ever had.

“I’d like to move ahead with what I proposed earlier,” I effortlessly change the subject to one I know he’s been waiting for.

He backs up a touch. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

I glance toward the main living area and what looks like a very comfortable armchair. “Strip and go sit in that chair.”

His gaze trails mine. “Now?”

I tug the cover up I’m wearing over my head. “Now, Joe.”

Our eyes lock as he moves swiftly to undress. The second his board shorts are down around his thighs, his cock is in view. It’s hard as stone, and a drop of his arousal on the tip beckons me.

I don’t want to waste my first taste of him, so I run my hand over his cock, scooping up the drop of pre-cum with my fingertip before smoothing it over my bottom lip. My tongue follows the same path as he stares at me.

“Jesus,” he whispers, pushing his shorts to the floor. “You’re so fucking hot.”

I lean forward to kiss him softly. “I’m just getting started.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Holden

Last night should bea blur given the copious amount of wine I drank and how little sleep I had, but I remember every glorious fucking moment of it, and I do mean glorious fucking.

I’ve had my fair share of lovers, but none are as memorable as Summer.

She blew me, I ate her sweet pussy, and we fucked twice. The first time was in the chair in the main living area. It was moments after I came down her throat, but the need for her was so great that I had to have a taste of her. As soon as she came apart on my tongue, she wanted to feel me inside of her. I sheathed my cock in a condom before I ordered her to ride me.

We couldn’t take our hands off each other in the pool after the sun set. We kissed for what felt like just short of forever, I got her off with my hand again, and after we showered together, I took her into my bed.

That fuck was slow and I’d say sweet, but there was nothing sweet about it. It was intense, mind-numbing and after it wasover, I fell into a deep sleep sometime around six a.m. with her next to me.

She must have left, because it’s now nearing noon, and she hasn’t emerged from Mrs. Frye’s house. I don’t have her number, so I can’t send her endless text messages asking if she wants to hang out today.

I feel like a college kid who had a night he’ll never forget. I’m in the middle of a weekend I know will linger with me for a hell of a long time.

I needed this more than I realized.

A knock at the front door sends me in that direction in a sprint. I was planning on a walk on the beach soon, so if it’s Summer waiting behind the door, I’ll invite her to join me.

I swing it open with a flourish and a wide grin on my face.

A pair of paws land in the center of my bare chest as a loud bark fills the air.