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She was waiting in the kitchen when I walked out with a towel wrapped around my waist. Her eyes tracked over my chest.
“I have to wait until tomorrow, huh?”
I nodded.
Charlotte sighed. “Fine.”
And as I lay in bed, unable to sleep, I watched the clock in my room click over to 12:01 a.m.
The door opened, light from the hallway spilling in.
“Why don’t I show you whatIimagined happening if I walked in on you again,” she whispered.
I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “Charlotte, this isn’t what I meant.”
She settled onto her knees on the floor in front of my bed. “Your turn, Barrett.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Fair is fair.”
I gathered her hair into my fist, breathing hard through my nose while she pulled my boxer briefs down just enough. She smiled.
“Definitely above average,” she said. Then she licked her lips. Her eyes held mine. “We’re doing this, Burke. You and me.”
Whatever I might have said, whatever words of protest might have sprung up, died on my lips with a groan when she used her tongue, then her mouth. When she moaned in satisfaction at the pleasure she was inflicting on me, the very best kind of torture.
Charlotte Cunningham was every fantasy I’d ever had brought to life, and I hadn’t even been inside her yet.
When I came with a shout a few short minutes later, her hair tight in my fist, I wondered if that should have been the biggest warning of all.
Chapter Nineteen
BURKE
The microwave dinged, and I sniffed the air appreciatively.
“When did we get popcorn?”
“Wedidn’t get popcorn,” Charlotte said. She dumped the popped kernels into a large bowl and hopped over the stack of samples she’d left leaning up against the wall. “I got popcorn, and I never said I planned on sharing.”
I eyed her as she settled onto the couch, tucking her feet underneath my leg.
“How are your feet always cold?” I asked her. “It’s eighty-five degrees outside.”
“It’s a mystery.” She tossed a handful of popcorn into her mouth, hugging the bowl to her chest when I tried to take some.
I scrolled through the channels and settled onRudy, happy when she didn’t protest. “Why aren’t you sharing?”
“I heard you sniffling earlier. Like I want your germs if you’re getting a summer cold.”
I stretched my arm over the back of the couch. “You are not serious.”
“Heck yeah, I’m serious. I don’t want to get sick.”
With narrowed eyes, I watched her eat the popcorn.
Over the last couple of weeks, I’d learned all sorts of things about Charlotte Cunningham’s quirks.
She loved it when I fisted her hair.
Her feet were always cold.
