Page 59 of The Vineyard Crush

“Maybe,” she purrs, and just like that, I’m utterly lost.

The worries, the doubts, the lingering sense that I’m somehow undeserving of this intoxicating woman…all of it fades into insignificance. Because in this moment, with her wine-stained skin and that come-hither gaze, Emma is the embodiment of everything I’ve ever wanted from this life without realizing it.

White-hot lust detonated in my veins as I drank in every lush, debauched inch of Emma’s juice-coated form. My jaw clenched, arousal spiking so violently it was nearly painful.

“You gonna stand there staring at me, cowboy?”My breath caught in my throat as Emma smirked at me, eyes glittering with challenge.

Fuck, she looked absolutely sinful drenched in that soaked cotton shirt that left nothing to the imagination. I could make out every lush curve, every dusky nipple pebbled to stiff peaks beneath the clinging fabric. A bead of deep garnet wine trailed between the valley of her breasts, and I burned to follow that path with my tongue.

“Fucking hell, Em,” I rasped hoarsely, rooted in place and utterly transfixed. “You look so goddamn edible, little flower.”

She worried that plump lower lip between her teeth - a blatant, wanton invitation. “Is that so?” Her voice was a breathy purr as she arched her back, putting those full tits on obscene display. “Maybe you should do something about it then, cowboy.”

I vaulted over the trough wall, not giving a damn about the sticky mess as I landed in the shallow pool of mash surrounding her lithe form.

Emma gasped in surprise as the dark juice sluiced up over her torso, but I was already on her. My hands seized her hips in a bruising grip, yanking her flush against me until the rigid line of my aching cock strained against the soaked denim separating us.

“Oh, I plan to do plenty about it, darlin’,” I promised in a low rasp against the swell of her breast.

I felt her full-body shudder, chest heaving with shallow pants as her nipples pebbled into tight points against the damp fabric. Nosing the flimsy neckline aside, I trailed a blazing path of openmouthed kisses down the center of her sternum, following that lewd rivulet of burgundy wine.

Emma whimpered when my tongue lapped up the sticky-sweet essence pooled between the valley of her tits. I latched my lips around one puckered peak, worrying it between my teeth until she cried out and arched wantonly into the harsh suction.

Growling with hungry need, I released her breast only to rake scorching kisses down her flat belly. Emma’s fingers threaded almost painfully through my hair, trying to urge me lower to where I could scent her warm, musky arousal.

“Not yet, Em,” I husked against her slick skin, grinning at the full-body quiver that licked through her. “I’m gonna lick and suck every last drop of that sweet wine off your skin until you’re a goddamn sobbing mess, begging me to let you cum.”

Her pupils blew wide at my filthy promise, eyelids fluttering closed in rapturous surrender as I blazed a path of stinging kisses along the jut of her hipbone.

“Ridge, please…” she keened, hips jerking feverishly in silent entreaty.

A deep rumble of laughter vibrated in my chest at Emma’s desperate plea, reveling in how completely she’d surrendered herself to me - body, mind and soul.

“Please what, sweetheart?” I prompted in a low rasp, purposely drawing out the exquisite torture.

Her pupils were blown wide with mindless desire, gaze dazed and unfocused as I nipped along the vee of her pelvis. Emma moaned, utterly uninhibited now, hips bucking with wanton need against my roaming mouth.

“I want…” She broke off on a gasping whine as I purposefully ghosted my lips a scant breath away from where she ached for me most. “God, Ridge, please…”

“Use that gorgeous dirty mouth, darlin’,” I coaxed darkly, drinking in every lewd reaction like a man dying of thirst. “Tell me exactly how you want me to put this greedy little cunt out of its misery.”

Emma keened, the desperate mewl shooting straight to my throbbing cock. Her head lolled back in abandon, exposing the elegant line of her throat that I fully intended to litter with bruising claims.

“Your mouth, baby…I need your mouth on me. Please suck me until I scream your name. I’m begging you…”

The guttural words had me growling with possessive hunger. “Look at me, Emma.”

Her lashes fluttered open, glazed eyes struggling to focus as I placed a scorching, openmouthed kiss to her jutting hipbone.

“Like this?” I asked roughly before diving lower without waiting for a response.

Her shocked cry morphed into a broken moan of pure rapture as I sealed my lips around her glistening pearl, lavishing the sensitive bud with firm, merciless lashes of my tongue. Emma’s thighs clamped convulsively around my ears, hips grinding shamelessly against my face as I worked her feverishly with lips, teeth and tongue.

“Fuck, Ridge!” she cried out, hands fisting in my hair.

I released her clit briefly with a dark chuckle, nuzzling deeper to trail hot, openmouthed kisses along her drenched slit. “Shh, little flower, you gotta be quiet,” I admonished gruffly against her slick flesh. “Can you do that for me, baby? Keep those gorgeous whimpers and moans all for me?”

Emma could only nod frantically, whimpering as I plunged my tongue into her fluttering channel for the first long, rapturous taste of her honeyed essence. This searing, all-consuming possession was everything I’d craved for so goddamn long…and she was utterly, devastatingly mine.

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