Page 21 of Twisted Collide

“Do you have a backup plan?” I ask.

“By backup plan, do you mean crazy idea?”

I laugh at that. “Why am I even surprised? Sure, that’s exactly what I meant.” I wave a hand out. “This I have to hear. What’s the plan?”

She turns to face me fully, keeping her hand on her hip. “I can be a tightrope walker,” she announces like it’s not the craziest thing she’s said all night, which is saying a lot at this point.

“Oh, can you now?”

“Yep.” She pops thep.

She has to be more than a little tipsy, but you wouldn’t know it. She seems completely fine and dead-ass serious.

“And what do you know about tightropes?”

She tilts her head. “I know you put one foot in front of the other.”

“Easier said than done,” I comment, thinking about how much balance and core work that would take.

“Watch me.”

“You’re going to do it now? Right here?”

“Why not?” she shoots back.

I can think of a million reasons. The biggest being that even if she’s on the ground, she’s had too many drinks to successfully attempt this. Although she did manage to trace a trident, so who knows. Plus, a part of me wants to encourage her to try.

“All right then. Let’s see.”

I watch as she places her hands to her sides, mimicking the correct stance I’ve seen many do before. She puts one foot in front of the other, taking one step, and that’s as far as she makes it before she tips to the left side where I am. I reach out to steady her as I force down my laughter that’s bubbling to the surface.

With the ground uneven and the fact that it’s dark out, she keeps slipping, but eventually, with me by her side, she makes it across to the next row of vines.

When she stops walking, she looks over her shoulder. Our faces are practically touching with how close we are.

“See, that wasn’t so hard,” she practically whispers.

I bend down so that our noses are almost touching. “Because I helped you.”

“Exactly.” She smiles even bigger before closing the space between us.

I take it from there, fixing my mouth over hers, sealing our lips together as my tongue plunges in.

Her arms wrap around me as she pivots into my body.

The kiss is hot and fast. Desperate and needy. She tangles herfingers into my hair, and I pull her flush against me. Fusing our bodies until no space separates us. I kiss her faster. Harder.

Tongues clashing, hands roaming.

I’m lost to this woman right now. Her reckless behavior and antics make me feel alive for the first time in I can’t remember. She moans into my mouth, and I take the opportunity to lift her into the air. She wraps her legs around my waist as I walk us deeper into the vineyard.

I have no idea where I’m taking her, but I need her.

Being with her, inside her, is all I can think about.

“Where are we going?” she asks between kisses.

“Anywhere I can have my way with you.”

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