She opened her eyes lazily and smiled at me.“You arereallygood at that.”
I grinned like a Cheshire cat at her compliment.
Then she narrowed her eyes and cocked her head slightly.“Did you come too?”
Heat infused my cheeks, and I gave a small nod.“Yeah.”
Her gaze widened.“That’s hot.”
My big grin was back, and I climbed deeper into the truck bed and flopped down beside her with a big sigh.“Well, we’ve got a problem now.”
Reaching down to pull a blanket over her naked torso, she rolled onto her side and propped her head on her hand.“Yeah?What’s that?”
“Now that I’ve gotten a taste, I want more.A lot more.”
Excitement filled her eyes, and she smiled.“I think that can be arranged.I’m not always open for business, but for you … I think I can make an exception.”
Laughing, I rolled her onto her back and kissed her soundly, my fingers instinctively navigating their way back between her slick thighs where I brought her to orgasm again, and again, before we finally took a break and had some dinner under the stars.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lennox
Ididn’tseeNaomion the property when I picked Mabel up after school on Friday.I texted her though.She said she was “up to her elbows” in cases of wine, and that she’d touch base with me later.
Since the winery opened tomorrow for the season, I knew all the “Vino Vixens,” as they were apparently called by the islanders, would be busy.So I didn’t push seeing her.Even though all I wanted to do was repeat last night, over and over and over again.
I went to bed with an erection—which I took care of because no way was I getting to sleep otherwise—and woke up with one.I took care of that one too.Every thought was consumed by Naomi.Her smile, her laugh, her quirky sense of humor, her bluntness, her brains, and of course, her body.She was so responsive, and had zero qualms giving me pointers.And I was all for getting feedback, constructive, positive, and negative.I wanted to make her come almost more than I wanted to breathe.
“You missed the turn,” Mabel said from the front seat as we bumbled down the pothole-riddled road away from the winery.
“Did I?Shit.”
She gave me a funny look.
“How was your day?”I asked, giving my head a little shake to hopefully dislodge some of the X-rated thoughts about Naomi careening around in there.
She shrugged.“Fine.”
“I need more than that, and you know it.Never in the history of our father-daughter relationship has ‘fine’ ever sufficed.Three things that you did today.Full sentences.I need at least one noun, one adjective, and one verb in each of those sentences.And if those sentences happen to have emotions in them, then bonus points for you.”
“What do I get if I get bonus points?”
I shot her some side-eye.
“Where are we going anyway?Because the house was two turns ago.”
“Spencer texted me and said we should pop to the distillery.”
She didn’t say anything but her face relaxed.
“Three things,” I reminded her.
With a deep sigh, she started counting on her fingers.“We finished our homework at the kitchen table together.He asked me for help with a couple of math questions.I helped him.And I felt … nostalgic about it?”She glanced at me.“Is that a suitable emotion?”
I nodded and refrained from snorting with mirth.“Why’d you feel nostalgic?”
“Because it’s been ages since I did that math.”
