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Immediately, a sour taste filled my mouth. I’d created the business to get away from him, to prove to myself that I was my own man. I’d be damned if this all came down to him at the end. And yet, his death had triggered something. I guess I’d constructed my identity in large part in opposition to him and now that he was gone . . .
“Monsieur Reynaud told me that he wants you to take over his domaine,” Olivia continued.
I shook my head at the image that conjured up. For a crazy second when he’d first mentioned it, a thrill had run through me,and I’d considered it. But I’d only ever worked on the business side of the wine. “I’m not a winemaker.”
Suddenly, despite the breeze and the fresh air, it felt as if hot bricks were pressing down on me. I stood and started stuffing our things in the backpack. “Come on, lazy bones, I’ll race you back to the car.”
“We’re leaving already?” Olivia pouted.
“Unless you want to hang out until sunset for the arrival of the Instagram influencers.”
“Good point,” she conceded. “I’ll race you, but this time I’m taking your bike.”
She stood and dusted herself off. It was impossible to look away from her, especially there in the dappled afternoon light with the lavender fields in the distance turning her eyes an almost violet blue. Since I didn’t have a camera, I burned the image into my memory.
“Well?” she asked. “What do you want to do now?”
“You’ll find out.” I waggled my eyebrows at her, and she laughed and swatted at me. “Insatiable.”
“Only with you,” I said and realized it was the truth.
And that I was in big trouble.
Chapter 22
OLIVIA
“Oh my God, I’m gonna come,” I panted as Jake nuzzled my clit, turning his full attention to the precise spot that pushed me over the edge, licking and sucking. My legs trembled, and I cried out as he gently led me through my first orgasm of the day.
I laid back in his bed, content and boneless, body still tingling, as he kissed his way back up my abdomen.
“Well, good morning.” I smiled, raking my fingers through his hair as he nibbled at my neck.
“It sure is,” he mumbled against my ear as he nudged my legs open with his. He rolled on a condom, and I could feel him hot and hard at my entrance. Then in one sure thrust, he sank into me with a satisfied groan.
I was still throbbing from the first orgasm, all my nerve endings ready to fire. It wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge again. He watched me, smiling wickedly as he moved slowly, his pelvis hitting my still sensitive flesh with each thrust, that soul-wrecking pleasure building again at the base of my spine. I hadn’t thought it was possible to have so many orgasms in a row. Before Jake, I counted myself lucky if I had one, but now I was becoming damn greedy.
“God, I fucking love waking up like this,” he rasped in my ear. “Slipping beneath the sheets to get a taste of you. Those little kittenish sounds you make when you wake up with my head between your legs.”
I whimpered as he ground into me. And that’s all it took; my body clamped hard around him, and I arched my back. “Yes, yes . . .”
I raked my nails against his ass, holding him to me as he let me ride out my orgasm on him, rocking deeply, pressing his face into my neck, and pulsing inside me. When we caught our breath, he hovered over me, rubbing his lips against mine as I cupped my hands around his face.
“Olivia . . . I—” He hesitated and his eyes darkened, deep green with flecks of gold in the sunlight. I waited for him to finish his thought, sensing it was important. But instead, he rolled away and went into the bathroom.
When he came back to bed he gathered me into his arms. I closed my eyes and buried my face into his warm chest, inhaling his clean masculine scent. He carded his fingers through my hair and said, “Have I ever told you that I love how you always tell me when you’re about to come?”
“Shut up. I do not.” I peeked up at him through my hair. “Do I?”
He smiled and nodded. “It’s very considerate. Then I can lap up every last drop of you, hold still while your sweet pussy milks my cock.”
“Jesus.” I blushed and leaned over to kiss him while he fondled my breast.
“I’m out of condoms.”
“You don’t have to use them, if you’re careful.” I was dying to see how it felt with nothing between us and cursed myself again for not going on the pill before coming here for the summer. I’d gone off it a year ago and hadn’t really thought that anythingwould happen with Jake. It was nearly impossible to see a doctor here in the summer; the first available appointment wasn’t until next month.
“Too hard to pull out in time.”
