“This close enough?”
I almost moan out loud, but I manage to keep it in.
“Almost,” I whisper. “I was hoping for a little…closer.”
His lips curve against my mouth as he smiles then brings his mouth to mine, kissing me while I place my hands on the front of his coveralls and pull him in closer. If I had my way, I’d never let this man go.
“Better?” he murmurs, resting his forehead to mine as our lips part.
“It was OK,” I tease. “I was kind of hoping we could pick things up where we left them last night?”
“Is that so?” he asks, pulling back and smiling like he either thinks I’m adorable or silly. I’m not sure which, so I very quickly go from feeling bold to unsure. I’m really not sure how this guy/girl stuff works, so I’m just winging it here.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to. I’m not trying to be presumptuous. It’s just that I like you, and you like me, and I have some wine at the farmhouse that we could drink, and I thought I’d make us pasta. And if you’re up to it, I could show you around the vineyard before it gets dark. You don’t have to stay over...” The last part comes out as a whisper as he brings his hand up and hooks me under my chin until my eyes lift to meet his.
“I’ll be staying over,” he states assuredly before stepping back and returning to his work.
“O..OK then,” I say, my confidence returning while nervousness of what’s to come dances about in my belly. I don’t know how long this thing between me and him is going to last, but my god, I’m going to enjoy every second of it while it does. The man intoxicates me. He’s like a dream come true.
“Give me about twenty minutes to get this finished and we’ll go. Does that work for you?”
“Anything you need,” I say, feeling giddy as he turns and smiles at me over his shoulder.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
“I hope you do.”
He chuckles and turns back to what he’s doing, and sure enough, after twenty minutes, he’s getting out of his coveralls and cleaning himself up so he’s smelling like man-scented soap as we drive back to my place—separately this time so I have my car back—and head straight into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
It starts with a glass of wine poured, then what feels like an erotic dance we’re performing as we move around each other, purposefully touching and kissing while we get the ingredients together and on the stove.
I barely taste my meal. I’m so focused on him and the heady feeling of the wine mixed with lust as we speak with very little words while managing to communicate a hell of a lot more.I want him.
He wants me…
As promised, I take him on a tour of the vineyard. It’s all soil and framework without the vines right now. But I tell him about my plans to start from scratch, plant my own vines, produce my own wine and put this place on the map as a destination wedding and function location.
“I love that you dream so big, Dottie,” he murmurs, stopping me at the entrance to the rose gardens and tucking the loose strands of my hair behind my ear.
“Do you think I can do it?” I ask, feeling like I’m swimming in those gorgeous blue eyes of his.
“I think you can do absolutely anything you put your mind to. You’re incredibly talented.” He presses a soft kiss against my lips. “And you’re smart.” Another kiss. “And so fucking beautiful.”
It’s with that exhaled proclamation that I fall into him completely.
Our mouths meet, and very quickly our tender kissing becomes carnal and needy. We devour each other, hungry and wanting everything this tension between us has promised. Nothing exists in the moment but the two of us, our tongues gliding, tasting; our teeth clashing in our desperation.I need more.
“Jesus, Dottie. There’s no resisting you,” he rasps, his mouth nipping tiny biting kisses as his lips move to my neck and suck at my sensitive skin. I release a throaty laugh.
“Did you even try?”
“You know I did,” he murmurs between kisses. “There was just no denying this once we were all alone.”
“If I had my way, you never would have resisted me at all. We’ve wasted precious time from trying.”
“I need you, Dottie.”
“Then take me. I’m yours,” I whisper as his hands glide down to my ass, lower still until he’s lifting me off the ground, and I’m wrapping my ankles behind his back. I feel light as a feather, and oh so desired. And before I know it, he’s walking us farther into the garden and lowering me down on a soft patch of grass.
