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to embarrass myself.” His grin is self-deprecating. Tag is clearly the kind of man who’s used to a lot of attention and he doesn’t seem like the kind to lose control easily. The thought that I might push him to that point makes me feel oddly powerful.
    â€œWe can’t have that, now, can we?”
    â€œNot when I’m trying to impress you.”
    â€œWhy are you trying to impress me?”
    â€œI’m not used to women like you.”
    â€œWomen like me?”
    â€œYeah, women like you.” I want to ask exactly what kind of woman that
is
, but Tag gives the corner of my mouth a quick kiss and then turns around in his seat, ready to take me to the next stop.
    â€œThis is probably new since you were here last,” he says,pausing on the crest of a hill that looks down on twelve long, new rows of vines surrounding a half-finished cottage. I can already see the cozy comfort of it taking shape, though, right down to the wide porch that faces west, overlooking the steep mountainside.
    â€œIt’s beautiful!”
    â€œThank you. I can’t wait to finish it.”
    â€œYou’re building it?”
    Tag turns a mildly outraged look on me. “Why is that so surprising?”
    â€œI just didn’t . . . I didn’t realize you were a man of so many talents. That’s all.”
    His expression melts into the sensually aware one I’m finding so unnerving. “Oh, you have no idea.”
    The sun is slanting in on half his face, allowing me to see his eyes behind his glasses. I see them flicker down to my mouth and then back to my eyes. “That kiss back there? That was the Blanc du Bois kiss. Light with some bite. But these are the new merlot vines. They’re dark and deep in color, so any kissing here should reflect that, don’t you think?”
    He’s leaning toward me very slowly, giving anticipation plenty of time to collect into a liquid ball in the center of my stomach. I’m so focused on his mouth drawing close that I don’t even see his real intent coming. Tag grips me around the waist and hauls me around and into his lap, my legs automatically straddling him. Heat pours into my cheeks at my position, but I don’t have one second longer to think about it before Tag is consuming me once again.
    He drives his fingers up into my hair, holding me still for the crush of his mouth on mine. This kiss
is
different. It
is
dark and deep. Tag’s lips open mine, his tongue shooting hot and ready between them. It licks relentlessly along mine, coaxing and convincing, begging me to give up all thought and control to him.
    And I do.
    I’m completely lost in sensation when his hands skate down my body to settle at my hips. His fingers dig in and urge my lower body closer to his, rubbing me along the ridge of his very obvious erection. I sigh into his kiss and his answering groan vibrates through the moist recesses of my mouth.
    â€œDamn you,” he growls when he wrenches his lips away. Before I can respond, Tag pulls me into his body again, grinding his hardness between my legs. I gasp, my back arching involuntarily. “You’re gonna make me embarrass myself anyway, aren’t you?”
    â€œTh-this embarrasses you?” I ask, my core on fire with want. I don’t even have the energy to feel ashamed or to second-guess what I’m doing. I wanted to let go, and the moment I did, Tag was right there to catch me. To catch me and to make sure that I couldn’t think twice.
    â€œTo act like a damn horny teenager every time I see you? To have my cock come throbbing to life every time I think of you?” He releases my hips and I wish for a second that he hadn’t, that we could sneak into the half-finished cabin and finish what we started. His boyish grin doesn’t help to settle me down either. “It’s not the most flattering thing for a man not to be able to control his own body when he’s