I’d take my time with him if he gave me a second shot at it.
“More wine?”
His voice ripped me from my trance as the sun finally sank below the trees. I nodded, my mouth already salivating for more. I didn’t know where in the world he had gotten this wine, but it was fantastic. He emptied the rest of the glass decanter into his glass before I took mine within my fingers, and I clinked it against his again.
“You have to give it to this town, the sunsets are beautiful,” I said.
“Anton and I sat out on this porch a lot and watched them.”
“We didn’t do that,” I said. “But we did sit together and read.”
“I could see him doing that with you. Especially after last night.”
“I enjoyed those silent moments with him.”
“Is that your way of telling me to stop talking?”
I giggle as I put the glass to my lips and shook my head.
I stole glances over at him every now and again. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. I didn’t want our date to be over, so I kept sitting there and staring out at the nighttime sky. I watched Grayson get up and leave for the house and my stomach dropped. Was he done? Was he bored? Was this his way of telling me things were winding down for the night?
But wh
en he stepped back out, he had another bottle of wine in his hands.
“So you have more than one,” I said.
“A lot more than one,” he said as he worked the screw into the cork.
His forearms flexed, and I watched as the veins underneath his skin throbbed for my viewing pleasure. He popped the cork before pouring the bottle into the decanter, and the aromas flew up my nose. My eyes closed and I drew in its scent along with the country air around me. Grayson sat back down, but I noticed that he had scooted his chair closer to me.
I felt the heat of his body radiating against me as we sat back behind the porch table together.
“You know, I made dessert,” he said.
“Then why the hell are we sitting here with only wine?” I asked.
He looked at me and chuckled as I took another sip.
“My gosh this is good.”
“I’m really glad you enjoy it,” he said.
There was something akin to pride in his eyes, but before I could ask him about it he was up out of his chair again.
“Where are you going?”
“To get us dessert. You want some whipped cream?” Gray asked.
“What kind of women have you been dating where that question needs to me asked?”
His laughter poured outside from the kitchen and I felt a lovely rosy glow take over my body. He came back out and cleared our big plates away, then quickly replaced them with small dessert plates. The blackberry cobbler was still steaming hot and the freshly-whipped cream was already melting. The smell alone sent my saliva glands into overdrive, and I couldn’t wait to dig my fork into it.
“Here,” he said. “Open up.”
I looked over and saw he had some of the cobbler on his fork. Complete with the most incredible dollop of cream I’d ever seen. I grinned at him as I leaned forward, parting my lips to take in the bite. My eyes rolled back the second the crispy sugar outside hit my tongue, and I moaned as it all melted into my mouth.
But not before a droplet of whipped goodness puckered against my lip.