Take Me Again (The Knight Brothers 1)

He nodded, relieved. “Good. Thank you.”

Because as nice as this tour had been, the trip was about saving the contract and ultimately the reputation and financial stability of Knight Time Technology.

“I hate to leave you, but Mr. Romano needs me back at the office. It’s a short walk back to your cabin,” she said, gesturing in the direction Sebastian had already memorized.

“Thank you,” Ashley said. “This was wonderful.”

“Thank you,” Sebastian said, as well.

Corinne smiled and excused herself, leaving them alone on the path, surrounded by trees and the smell of fermenting grapes.

Ashley turned her face toward him, her cheeks pink from their time in the sun. “I know you want to get to the meeting, but I hope you enjoyed the tour.”

“I did. I especially enjoyed the fact that you had such a good time.” It had been a pleasure watching her take in the sights, sounds, and smells they’d experienced.

“The process was fascinating. And the wine was delicious.” They’d sipped some during a brief tasting, not enough for either of them to get drunk.

He tapped her nose with his finger. “Freckles,” he said, amused at how quickly her fair skin reacted to the sunlight.

Her irises darkened at his touch, and her pink tongue slicked over her bottom lip, a move that had his cock responding in kind.

Fuck.

He wanted her.

He didn’t think he could spend another night in the room next to hers, imagining her naked between the sheets of her bed.

Their eyes met, gazes locked, awareness shifting between them. Her hair fell to one side, and he brushed the long strand back, using the excuse to touch her, his fingers gliding over the bare skin on her shoulder.

She trembled at the feather-light brush of sensation, her nipples tight buds beneath the stretch of her tank top. He ached to touch her, to taste her, certain one lick would exceed the richness of the wine he’d sipped here today.

“Sebastian.” Her sexy tone told him she could read his mind, was in full agreement.

And when she rose onto her tiptoes, he met her halfway, his mouth coming down hard on hers. He swept inside and was lost in her sweet taste and the eager greeting of her tongue tangling with his.

He braced his hands around her waist and lifted her until she wrapped her legs around him, holding on tight. Her sex pressed willingly against his aching cock, desire ratcheting up inside him. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands while holding him in place as he kissed her for all she was worth.

They’d been explosive as teens and were even more combustible now. He’d been with his fair share of women, and none had ever elicited this kind of desire in him. And dammit, it wasn’t just the physical passion that burned so hot, it was the knowledge that she calmed something inside him when nothing and no one else ever could, that worked him into a frenzy for her, as well.

He slid a hand beneath her shirt, his palm gliding over her back as she began to rub her breasts into his chest, her nipples hard points pressing against him and arousing him even more. The need to take things further hammered at him from the inside, his cock a hard brand in his pants.

He began to pull her shirt up higher, intending to take it over her head, when the sound of a bird screeching in the distance startled him, reminding him of where they were and the fact that someone could come upon them at any time.

“Shit,” he muttered, lowering her to her feet and keeping her tucked against his chest. “Wrong place, wrong time.”

She glanced up at him, a definite naughty gleam in her eye. “But there will definitely be a right place, right time later?”

He threaded his hand through her hair and met her gaze. “Count on it,” he said in a gruff voice he barely recognized.

* * *

Dinnertime finally arrived. Sebastian and Ashley had headed back to the cottage to shower – separately – an excruciating endeavor where his cock didn’t want to understand why she wasn’t in the steamy bathroom along with him. But once they’d returned to their cottage, they’d agreed on not having anything that might distract him from business before dinner with the company’s biggest client.

That didn’t mean, when Ashley stepped out of the room, wearing a fitted black dress and heels, he wasn’t hard as stone and completely focused on how gorgeous she looked. Her hair was pulled back in a sexy updo with pieces falling around her face, which had gotten sunburned today. And her high heels drew his attention to her long legs and toned calves, making his mouth grow dry at the sight. She was his wet dream, had been since he was a kid.