Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
“Guess winemaking won’t be the job for me,” she murmurs.
“No talk of jobs, remember?” I infuse enough teasing into the words.
“I’m not talking about my current job; I’m talking about what I want to do. Totally different.”
“Looking at changing career paths already? You made it sound like you haven’t even started yet.”
She turns to me. “That’s an awfully personal question.” One side of her mouth lifts.
“How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-two, if you must know,” she says, placing her free hand on her hip.
“Have you even finished college?”
She purses her lips. “Yes. Just. This will be my first job, and I’m not looking forward to it.”
“Winemaking is an interesting first job,” I muse.
“It’s something, but apparently, it’s not for me because I already seem to suck at it.”
“Do you have a backup plan?” I ask.
“By backup plan, do you mean crazy idea?”
I laugh at that. “Why am I even surprised? Sure, that’s exactly what I meant.” I wave a hand out. “This I have to hear. What’s the plan?”
She turns to face me fully, keeping her hand on her hip. “I can be a tightrope walker,” she announces like it’s not the craziest thing she’s said all night, which is saying a lot at this point.
“Oh, can you now?”
“Yep.” She pops the p.
She has to be more than a little tipsy, but you wouldn’t know it. She seems completely fine and dead-ass serious.
“And what do you know about tightropes?”
She tilts her head. “I know you put one foot in front of the other.”
“Easier said than done,” I comment, thinking about how much balance and core work that would take.
“Watch me.”
“You’re going to do it now? Right here?”
“Why not?” she shoots back.
I can think of a million reasons. The biggest being that even if she’s on the ground, she’s had too many drinks to successfully attempt this. Although she did manage to trace a trident, so who knows. Plus, a part of me wants to encourage her to try.
“All right then. Let’s see.”
I watch as she places her hands to her sides, mimicking the correct stance I’ve seen many do before. She puts one foot in front of the other, taking one step, and that’s as far as she makes it before she tips to the left side where I am. I reach out to steady her as I force down my laughter that’s bubbling to the surface.
With the ground uneven and the fact that it’s dark out, she keeps slipping, but eventually, with me by her side, she makes it across to the next row of vines.
When she stops walking, she looks over her shoulder. Our faces are practically touching with how close we are.
“See, that wasn’t so hard,” she practically whispers.
I bend down so that our noses are almost touching. “Because I helped you.”
“Exactly.” She smiles even bigger before closing the space between us.
I take it from there, fixing my mouth over hers, sealing our lips together as my tongue plunges in.
Her arms wrap around me as she pivots into my body.
The kiss is hot and fast. Desperate and needy. She tangles her fingers into my hair, and I pull her flush against me. Fusing our bodies until no space separates us. I kiss her faster. Harder.
Tongues clashing, hands roaming.
I’m lost to this woman right now. Her reckless behavior and antics make me feel alive for the first time in I can’t remember. She moans into my mouth, and I take the opportunity to lift her into the air. She wraps her legs around my waist as I walk us deeper into the vineyard.
I have no idea where I’m taking her, but I need her.
Being with her, inside her, is all I can think about.
“Where are we going?” she asks between kisses.
“Anywhere I can have my way with you.”
“Right here is fine.” The words come out breathy and full of need.
“Here?” My voice is rough and husky, the desire mounting with every second.
“Yes.”
With that, I drop her back down to her feet and pull my jacket off, placing it on the ground.
“Lie down,” I command.
I expect her to object, but she doesn’t. Instead, she sits on my jacket and leans back on her elbows, staring up at me.
With the soft glow from the moonlight, she looks like pure, innocent temptation. The kind I’m going to love to corrupt.
I drop down to my haunches and push her legs apart.
Her skirt lifts, and I’m met with a small scrap of material covering her.
Reaching my hand out, I remove it, leaving her bare to me.
“I want you,” she says.
I smile. “Patience.” I move closer, placing kisses on the exposed skin of her legs. I trail my mouth and tongue up her skin until I reach her pussy.
“Please,” she moans. I give her what she wants, closing my mouth around her clit, and sucking her.