Page 90 of Love, Lies, and Celtic Knots

“Look at me,” I order, my voice hoarse with desire. She looks away. I grasp her chin and force her to do so. Her eyes flutter open and meet mine, glittering with suppressed need. The sight alone is enough to make me shudder with anticipation.

“Candace,” I say softly. “I’m going to have you. Do you have a problem with that?”

She shakes her head. “Get on with it.”

Damn, she’s hard, but then so am I. I remove my hand from between her legs, leaning her back onto the seat, spreading her legs and unbuttoning my fly. My cock juts out. It’s as if the thing has been waiting for this chance to have her again for a very long time.

I shove in and she gasps as I do so, the heady pleasure of being inside her causing me to momentarily pause to drink in the sensation.

“God, you feel good,” I murmur, beginning to rock my hips against hers. Our bodies shift against each other in a perfect rhythm, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through both of us. I watch as her eyes go wide at the stretch, her breath hitching with each move I make.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, a low moan slipping from her lips as I angle my hips to hit that sweet spot deep within her. When she squeezes around my length, I know she’s dangerously close to the edge.

I almost want to laugh at how quickly she’s finding her pleasure, but I won’t. I’m not doing anything to take away from her pleasure. She needs to remember this. Remember us. I remember everything about us… about her. I know I’d be able to extend or repeat her climax if I could get her into a bed.

I pull out entirely before reentering her in one swift motion, causing her back to arch with a surprised cry. I grin wolfishly at the responsiveness of her body. The way she moves with me is intoxicating.I’d almost convinced myself that it hadn’t been this good between us. I was so fucking wrong.

I reach up and capture her chin, forcing her eyes to mine. She’s panting heavily, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath she takes. I lower my lips to hers, swallowing her moans as I drive into her harder.

“Harder,” she moans.

That’s all I need to hear to release the last bit of control I’m holding back. My thrusts become erratic but purposeful as I chase that high. I’m pounding into her as her body tenses beneath mine, a clear sign she’s on the brink of her release. Her body convulses beneath mine and her gasps turn into cries of abandonment and pleasure as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. I watch with satisfaction, feeling simultaneously powerful and captivated. Her release is a beautiful thing to witness—pure, raw, and unabashed.

With her every whimper, every pleading grasp at my shoulders, I feel my own climax approaching. Her nails sink into my flesh, dragging me further down the precipice of my own pleasure. She’s a volatile force I know I won’t be able to resist.

I grip her hips harder, holding onto her as I thrust into her over and over again. Candace’s cries grow louder and then soften into a low moan—a sound that pulls at something deep within me and sends me spiraling over the edge.

With one final thrust, I let out a groan that echoes in the otherwise silent space. My body shudders against hers as I ride out my own climax.

Finally sliding out of her, I watch as my cum pools at her entrance. Her clothes and hair are in disarray. God, this is a sight worth seeing.

When it’s over, she pushes me away, her breathing heavy as she rights herself on the seat, smoothing down her skirt and straightening her blouse. I reach for her, but she swats my hand away, her glare returning full force.

“Don’t,” she says sharply, grabbing her purse. “Just don’t. This changes nothing. Get out.”

I watch as she yanks open the door and steps out of the limo, her heels clicking against the pavement as she walks away. The driver rolls down the barrier and glances back at me in the rearview mirror, his expression unreadable, but he doesn’t say a word.

I climb out after her, watching as she rounds the front of the limo climbs back inside and slams the door, flicking the electric locks.Well played, baby. Well played.The engine roars to life, and the car pulls away, leaving me standing on the side of the road, the cool night air washing over my overheated skin.

For a moment, I just stand there, staring after her. My chest feels lighter than it has in years, like something that’s been weighing me down has finally lifted.

Coming back was the right decision.

Seeing her again has sparked something in me, something I thought had died a long time ago. And obviously, she still feels strongly too—no one throws expensive scotch in a man’s face shedoesn’t care about, not to mention has sex in the back seat of a limo with him if they’re indifferent.

Maybe it’s not too late. Maybe there’s a way to fix things.

I glance up at the stars, taking a deep breath, and smile faintly. I’m not running this time. Not from her, not from my family, not from this town, not from anything. It’s time to make things right. I swing my leg over the Indian, start the engine, and head back to the vineyard.

Chapter 6

Ryan

The sunlight filtering through the thin curtains doesn’t help the pounding in my head. I’m not hungover—I didn’t drink enough for that—but my thoughts feel as jumbled as if I were. Last night was… unexpected, to say the least.

Seeing Candace again. Tasting her anger. Feeling her heat. It’s all too fresh, and I know I can’t let it cloud my judgment. I came home with a purpose, and the first order of business is the winery. Everything else—especially Candace—needs to take a backseat.

Thinking of the backseat of her limo the night before, I grin at my reflection on the mirror. Damn that had been hot… and right. Right after I finish this business with the vineyard, I’m going to put things right with Candace.

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