drowning it. Drowning it in this hot-as-hell attraction between us. And, soon,
drowning it out
with down-and-dirty sex. God, I canât wait. My teeth are on edge and my cock is hard as a damn concrete block just thinking about getting inside her. What sheâll feel like and look like and taste like.
Thereâs no question that sheâs on board with this. Itâs foreign to her, I suspect, but maybe thatâs why it works. She can be whoever the hell she wants to be while sheâs here with me. And Iâm happy to let her. If we met under different circumstances, I get the feeling she wouldnât be nearly as friendly and amenable to spending timewith me. Or if she were, her family wouldnât be. I know all about them. Theyâre a big problem for me, in ways they donât even realize. But I didnât know all about
her
. At least not like Iâm getting ready to. Iâll know her inside and out, what she likes and what she loves before this day is done.
And it canât get done fast enough.
NINE
Weatherly
Before we could enjoy the rest of our trip and the picnic heâd packed, Tag got called away for some business he had to tend to down in Enchantment. I tried to hide my disappointment, but he saw it anyway. He threaded his fingers into my hair and held me still, his eyes pouring down into mine like a mercury spill. âIf I didnât
have to
tend to this, I wouldnât leave you. Iâd like nothing more than to spend all day kissing you. These lips . . . Jesus!â
He kissed me, making his desire for me clear, but it was his eyes that told me that he, too, was as disappointed as I was. When he released me, he backed away, his eyes on mine, his lips slightly curved. He only made it a few steps before he stepped forward to kiss me again, that time with more heat. But then he did leave, promising to find me when he got back. That was hours ago.
I thought Tagâs business was Chiara, but considering the turmoil my familyâs holdings have been in during recent months, maybe heâs been smart enough to make other investments along the way. Although charming to a fault, I get the impression that Tag is a shrewd businessman. His plans for Chiara, a vineyard that he has no control over, is a testament to his passion for the land, but also his head for growth and development.
The knock at my door is hushed, but I hear it instantly. Part of me has been resisting sleep, waiting, hoping Tag would come to me. I know itâs insaneâand slutty and irresponsibleâto want to sleep with a guy that I hardly know and just met, but I donât want to think about that. I donât want to think
at all.
I want to feel. Just feel. For once, I want to do something thatâs only for me. No one else. I want to do something thatâs completely spontaneous, totally irresponsible and entirely questionable in every possible way. My mother would be shocked. My father would be angry. But for once, I want to consider only myself, what
I
want, what makes
me
happy.
Before I can call out in answer, the door creaks open and Tag slips in. He is shirtless, wearing only low-hanging jeans and nothing else. Not even shoes. As he walks, his abs clench, the stair-steps drawing my eyes down his belly to the dramatic cuts of muscle that disappear in a V into his waistband.
I sit up as he approaches. He doesnât say a word, just reaches for my hand. I curl my willing fingers around his and let him pull me from the warmth of my bed. My heart is hammering beneath my breastbone and desire is coiling inside my stomach. The time is at hand, the moment has arrived. Itâs do or die with this man Iâveknown for a day and canât stop thinking about. Am I going to go down this road with him? Am I going to jump without weighing the risk? Without being able to predict the outcome?
I can feel in my bones that this is my last chance to change my mind. Something is going to
drowning it out
with down-and-dirty sex. God, I canât wait. My teeth are on edge and my cock is hard as a damn concrete block just thinking about getting inside her. What sheâll feel like and look like and taste like.
Thereâs no question that sheâs on board with this. Itâs foreign to her, I suspect, but maybe thatâs why it works. She can be whoever the hell she wants to be while sheâs here with me. And Iâm happy to let her. If we met under different circumstances, I get the feeling she wouldnât be nearly as friendly and amenable to spending timewith me. Or if she were, her family wouldnât be. I know all about them. Theyâre a big problem for me, in ways they donât even realize. But I didnât know all about
her
. At least not like Iâm getting ready to. Iâll know her inside and out, what she likes and what she loves before this day is done.
And it canât get done fast enough.
NINE
Weatherly
Before we could enjoy the rest of our trip and the picnic heâd packed, Tag got called away for some business he had to tend to down in Enchantment. I tried to hide my disappointment, but he saw it anyway. He threaded his fingers into my hair and held me still, his eyes pouring down into mine like a mercury spill. âIf I didnât
have to
tend to this, I wouldnât leave you. Iâd like nothing more than to spend all day kissing you. These lips . . . Jesus!â
He kissed me, making his desire for me clear, but it was his eyes that told me that he, too, was as disappointed as I was. When he released me, he backed away, his eyes on mine, his lips slightly curved. He only made it a few steps before he stepped forward to kiss me again, that time with more heat. But then he did leave, promising to find me when he got back. That was hours ago.
I thought Tagâs business was Chiara, but considering the turmoil my familyâs holdings have been in during recent months, maybe heâs been smart enough to make other investments along the way. Although charming to a fault, I get the impression that Tag is a shrewd businessman. His plans for Chiara, a vineyard that he has no control over, is a testament to his passion for the land, but also his head for growth and development.
The knock at my door is hushed, but I hear it instantly. Part of me has been resisting sleep, waiting, hoping Tag would come to me. I know itâs insaneâand slutty and irresponsibleâto want to sleep with a guy that I hardly know and just met, but I donât want to think about that. I donât want to think
at all.
I want to feel. Just feel. For once, I want to do something thatâs only for me. No one else. I want to do something thatâs completely spontaneous, totally irresponsible and entirely questionable in every possible way. My mother would be shocked. My father would be angry. But for once, I want to consider only myself, what
I
want, what makes
me
happy.
Before I can call out in answer, the door creaks open and Tag slips in. He is shirtless, wearing only low-hanging jeans and nothing else. Not even shoes. As he walks, his abs clench, the stair-steps drawing my eyes down his belly to the dramatic cuts of muscle that disappear in a V into his waistband.
I sit up as he approaches. He doesnât say a word, just reaches for my hand. I curl my willing fingers around his and let him pull me from the warmth of my bed. My heart is hammering beneath my breastbone and desire is coiling inside my stomach. The time is at hand, the moment has arrived. Itâs do or die with this man Iâveknown for a day and canât stop thinking about. Am I going to go down this road with him? Am I going to jump without weighing the risk? Without being able to predict the outcome?
I can feel in my bones that this is my last chance to change my mind. Something is going to
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