Our lips meet, and then I pull her closer, embracing her into a tight hug. Our tongues intertwine.
I breathe into the kiss I’ve wanted to give her since we were in the tasting room. She meets my passion with the same energy and desperation.
Her lips are so soft, her body so perfect, and I wish I had the time to meet her soul.
For one perfect moment, we’re connected, two heartbeats intertwined. She’s a cyclone of stardust. A cosmic force that’s been pulling me to her since she arrived at Paradise Bay Winery.
I want her.
I just don’t think I’ll be able to keep her.
Chapter Six
Rys
This is either the best night of my life or the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. When Avery sent me a text telling me that she had to stay with Benedict, I almost cursed at her, but how could I when she left me with a hot guy.
Well, he’s not a bartender, but an actuary—a numbers guy. I love intelligent men who aren’t afraid to be vulnerable. He might be over six feet tall, muscly, and as handsome as Liam Hemsworth or Harry Styles, but the guy is soft on the inside. When he showed me the tattoo in honor of his father, I wanted to console him. I couldn’t help but touch him.
And then…we kissed.
I don’t know who started the kiss, but it was almost impossible to end it. He kisses me with the same passion as he speaks about his family. Mostly his dad.
Is this guy for real?
He might be a figment of my imagination, and instead of being in the master bedroom of the guesthouse, I’m on the floor of the tasting room, extremely drunk. I hope that’s not the case because I want to finish this perfect night making love under the blanket of stars. This kiss is so powerful.
A lightning strike.
This is gravity binding us the way it does with the earth and the sun.
The collision of two stars.
A supernova being born.
This is Polaris illuminating the entire galaxy as it’s about to explode. I’ve never felt anything like being sucked into something this strong—and it’s just a kiss.
His lips are soft, firm, commanding.
He is in charge of us until he suddenly stops. “We don’t have to do anything,” he mumbles.
“But do we want to?”
That spark in his eyes burns my soul. How is it that I’m so turned on by him?
“We can do whatever we want,” I say. “We’re two consenting adults, aren’t we?”
He begins to undress me slowly—first my blouse, then my leggings. He slides down the straps of my white bra, and I regret putting on cotton undergarments today.
He unveils my breasts. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers in awe.
“What do you have?” I ask, tugging his black Paradise Bay t-shirt.
I open my mouth wide. The sight is quite spectacular. Never before have I seen someone as handsome and sculpted like marble—a sexy mass of muscles and strength.
He’s delicious. I touch the lines of his flat stomach, running them down until I unfasten his pants. My mouth waters as I stare at him, his heavily aroused erection. I want to touch him, grip him, and suck his engorged head. Before I can do anything, he pulls me into his arms and wraps them around me.
My hands slip around his back. “This night is going to be unforgettable,” he promises.
He kisses me with such intensity I feel like I’m on fire. We get caught up in the heat. He pulls me into the lounge chair, lowering himself over me. I feel the hot wisp of his breath against my throat. I shiver with pleasure as he nibbles my skin. First along my neck, then my tits.
I push my hips up, seeking some friction, a way to relieve the ache between my legs, but nothing works.
His mouth is at my breast.
His tongue tracing circles until the tip hardens.
He repeats the same with my other one. He begins to lap faster and tug harder until I start moaning.
“Don’t tease me,” I beg him. And I’m not even sure what I want, for him to bring me to my knees or to have him inside.
I grip his shoulders when his fingers tease along the insides of my thighs, padding his way up to the middle of my body where he moves the thin fabric of my panties. I cry out and lift my hips when his thumb caresses my slit. He lowers my panties with his teeth and then pushes them down with his hand.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks just as I’m on the edge and about to fall into a powerful orgasm.
“Please. I want it as much as you do.”
He flashes me an assured smile as he moves his body back up and spreads my legs wider.
One second his face is between my legs, and the next, his tongue slides over my clit, slippery, wet, long, and hot.
Every nerve in my body awakens. He does it again, pressing hard and moving slowly. The feeling is too much, overwhelming, and wonderful.
Suddenly, it’s all too much.
His mouth.
His fingers.
His wild lips sucking me.
Those teeth, nibbling me. And the tongue sliding from my clit to my back hole. My blood runs hot. My cells vibrate with pleasure.
I’m tied into knots.
I’m desperate.
The thundering of my heart matches the rhythm of his mouth. My eyelids become heavy.
I’m close.
So close.
I want him inside me. But before I can speak, everything goes dark for a second, it’s the prelude before the entire universe explodes and the sparks illuminate the horizon.
“I need you to fill me.” It’s the desire to have him inside me speaking. The lust. I want him to claim me. To brand me.
After covering his cock with a condom, he mounts the chair and lowers his body on top of mine. His eyes find mine.
I can’t get enough of him.
His smile, those bright gray eyes.
Something about him feels perfect. He kisses me, and as I taste myself, I become erotically aroused.
Pleasure surges and buzzes with each flick of his tongue inside my mouth. Finally, one of his knees parts my legs. My body goes still when I feel him pressing himself slowly against my entrance.
I love the way his thickness fills me, easing himself slowly, making me tremble. I clutch his shoulders, my nails denting his skin. He’s too big, and the deeper he goes, the more I want.
He moves gently, pulling slowly, thrusting at the same pace. It’s a different rhythm, erotic, even sexy. The same way he kisses me. I want this fast and lift my hips, urging speed. I want it harder, faster. He doesn’t budge. With one hand, he pins my hip down.
“I want us to enjoy our first time. Just feel it. All of us.”
It’s hard to surrender the control, but I let him lead. I enjoy the sweet thrusting and pulling. It’s slow but continues, and it pushes me to the highest place I’ve ever climbed, and then in one instant, I explode into stardust, and I feel it as our particles combine. He rides my orgasm and plunges himself faster and harder until he finds his release and moans.
He collapses, his chin resting on my shoulder. “I could be doing this forever. Worshiping you.”
And I want that so much, but I know it’s an impossible dream.
Chapter Seven
Caspian
It’s around six in the morning when I wake up after a long night making love to Rys. I feel her next to me. She’s such a beautiful woman, and I wish I could keep seeing her, but long-distance relationships are impossible. More so with my line of work. I’ve seen it all, jealous girlfriends, divorces because some of the players can’t keep their dicks where they belong…what brings her into my life?