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How his big hands had spanned the width of my curvy hips and thighs, and how those long fingers would feel inside me.
How easily he lifted me despite my five-nine height. How perfectly we fit together, and how wet something as simple as kissing him made me.
I shouldn’t let my mind wander there, but I couldn’t help imagining what he’d be able to do with a bed and a few uninterrupted hours to toy with my body.
I desperately needed to get laid, or at the very least makeout with someone whowasn’tCalvin Ryder.
Maybe tonight would be the night.
The moment I pushed through the door of my house, my shoulders sank from my ears, the stress of the week instantly sloughed off as though I were running a loofah over rough skin. I dropped my bag to the floor, kicked off my tennis shoes, and walked straight down the hall to the back door. A set of worn wood stairs, bleached from years under the fully exposed sun, connected to the beach beyond. The second my toes hit the sand, a wide grin overtook my face and a sigh of relief left my lips. With zero regard for my white paper-bag waist shorts, I dropped my ass onto the sand, close enough to the lake that the water lapped against my feet and under my bottom as it rushed ashore.
Inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes and let the soft breeze gently lift my hair, let it wash over me, let it wash away the stress and drama of the week. There wasn’t anything that mattered more than this right now.
I blinked open my eyes, staring out at the endless expanse of the lake, and smiled. God, I was lucky to live here.
I lost myself in the sounds of the waves and the birds, and that’s where my sisters found me forty-five minutes later.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Delia shouted down to me.
“Resetting!”
“You’re fucking weird,” Ella grumbled as I stood and dusted the sand off my ass before trekking across the beach to greet them. My backside was soaked, but I didn’t mind. I was going to have to change for Granny’s anyway.
“Sometimes, I just need a minute,” I told her, slinging an arm around her shoulders as we moved up the path back to the house, surprised when she didn’t shrug me off. “In case you forgot, I’m the CEO of a multi-million dollar company, and my CFO hates me.”
“That’s not what it looked like the other day,” Brie said with a knowing smirk, and I cut her a glare that would’ve killed if looks could do such a thing.
“What happened the other day?” Delia asked as she moved around my kitchen, withdrawing glasses and rim salt from the cupboards, the bottle of tequila from the freezer, and the margarita mix from the fridge.
We may be winery heiresses, but we loved our tequila.
“Brie…” I groaned.
“What?” my littlest sister said with an unperturbed shrug. “You were going to tell them anyway. That’s what tonight is for.”
I sighed heavily, hating how well my sisters knew me.
Then again, having four built-in best friends was the greatest blessing, even if they meddled when they shouldn’t.
“Tonight is for shaking off a long couple of weeks and letting loose before the summer craziness.”
On the water beyond, a speedboat zoomed by, lazily trailed by three pontoons, bass-heavy music breaking the stillness of the evening. “Hate to break it to you, sis,” Delia said, gesturing to the boats, “but the craziness is already here.”
She wasn’t wrong. Over the last week, like a switch had been flipped, traffic on the peninsula had increased tenfold from what it was during the slow season. So far, the uptick in reservations in the tasting room, for tours, and at the restaurant had mainly been from college-aged kids, groups of four or five girls coming up to celebrate graduations or the end of another semester.
But soon, once schools started letting out, those moms that spent the last nine months micromanaging their children’s entire lives to make sure they survived the year would be in dire need of some “me time” and would flock to the area. The Villa was booked solid from now until the end of October, save Labor Day weekend, which I blocked off for my sales rep party.
“That’s beside the point,” I said to Delia, waving a dismissive hand.
“You’re right,” Brie said. “The point is, she and Cal had amoment.”
“We did not!” I protested.
“Please.” My baby sister pursed her lips, unimpressed with my attempt at deflection. “You were all sorts of hot and bothered when I ran into you on Wednesday.”
“I was not,” I said weakly.
“Save it. Anyone with two eyes and a brain can see the way you two have been circling each other.”
