“Open your mouth.” He grinned.
“You are so very bad,” I whispered.
“You like bad.”
He touched the grape to my lips. My lips parted as he fed me. I bit into the fruit as his mouth crashed into mine.
He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me from the ground. I hooked my boots against his waist. There was fever in the kiss. Hunger. Want. Thirst for more of last night.
The world had tilted off its axis. Vaughn’s hands snaked up the back of my shirt. I struggled to find air in between kisses.
There was a restlessness between us. I didn’t know if the vineyard could hold us. If the inn could. If there was a place that could contain what we had set on fire.
My feet finally touched the soil again and I tried to find my balance. I looked in his eyes.
“The wine tasting?” I nodded in the direction of one of the tasting barns. I’d read in one of the brochures in the lobby that there were three here.
“Right.” He started in that direction. “Wine tasting.”
I settled into a stride next to him.
“Have you done this before?” I asked.
“No. First tasting.”
“I’ve done some, but not at a winery. It’s beautiful here.”
“It’s good to get away from D.C.”
“How is work going?” I always felt like I pried when I asked about his job, but there was a new connection between us.
His eyes were set on the red barn in front of us. “You know my work isn’t very interesting.”
“I don’t know that. You don’t talk about it much. You must like something about it.”
“It’s numbers. Investors. Lots of travel. There isn’t much to discuss. Very dry business.”
“Do you know of any trips coming up?”
“I don’t usually know until I have to fly out. It’s one of the drawbacks.”
“Do you think you’ll stay in the field? In investments?” I wanted to know what challenges he liked. What inspired him. Was it numbers, or was it the job he used to have? The one he never revealed.
“Let’s not talk about work. We’re on vacation, aren’t we?”
“But I—”
He slid the sunglasses from his eyes. His damn gorgeous eyes got me every time. I decided not to press him anymore.
“Do you want to go get day drunk with me or not?”
I smiled. “I do. Very much so.”
“Then let’s go.” He led me into the barn.
I didn’t expect to see so many people inside. The inn was almost empty, but the wine tasting was packed. I looked up at two crystal chandeliers suspended from sturdy beams running overhead.
Vaughn and I started at one end of the barn and listened while the sommelier explained the pairings.