Page 61 of Meet Me in the Vines
She leans back on her hands, my sweater covering the hem of her dress. Her lips are swollen from my kiss with a tinge of red from the strawberries. She looks fucking delicious.
I strum a chord and adjust my capo.
“Are you about to serenade me, baby?” she murmurs coyly. I laugh and strum another chord.
“I heard this song playing over the speakers in the wine tasting room and thought of us. I learned the chords earlierwhen I had a ten-minute gap,” I boast, proud that my lessons with Josie are paying off in my favor.
She heard me sing at the happy hour and ran away. This time, I want her to really listen to me, so I can express exactly how I feel about her. About us.
She raises an eyebrow and leans back, resting her palms on the blanket while crossing one lean leg over the other, wiggling those pretty painted toes at me.
“You heard a song that made you think of us and learned it in ten minutes to play for me tonight?” she croons.
I grin and nod my head. “Mhmm.”
I lightly strum the melody and she tilts her head, leaning it on one shoulder, listening intently.
Her ears perk and eyes light up. “Oh my god. I love this song Donovan,” she gasps. There’s that smile of hers, setting off a flutter storm in my heart. I play the melody toHeaven, the Jason Aldean version, and she lightly sways her shoulders. I sing softly, lifting my gaze from the guitar strings to look at my girl.
The lyrics match our story exactly. How we were young, wild and free, and nothing would ever come between us. She’s the only one I want in my arms when I fall asleep, and she’s the first face I want to see when I wake up. She’s once in a lifetime.
She’s my heaven.
Her eyes well up and she sits closer to me, her chin resting on my shoulder while I sing and strum. I get a whiff of her strawberry shampoo; her skin smells warm, like cinnamon rolls fresh from the oven. Her hand finds its way under my shirt, the delicate pads of her fingers lightly trace along my abdomen. Gooseflesh erupts throughout my body with her touch.
She trails soft kisses along my jaw, and I turn my head to see her face, singing the words while she holds my gaze. I mean every single word. I want her to know that she’s safe, that noone could ever take her away from me. I’m a simple man. I don’t need much in this life.
All I need isher.
“I love you,” she whispers.
My heart stops beating the second she utters those words. Those three words. They echo in my head over and over until I fall back hard into reality. This is real. I stop mid-song and move my guitar to the side, pulling her back into my lap. The sun sets behind us, giving her an angelic glow as I hold her face in my hands and look into her eyes.
“Say it again,” I whisper back and grin. Her finger grazes over my dimple. She bites her lip to stifle a smile.
“I love you, Donovan King.”
Audrey Winthrop loves me.
She kisses me deep and glides her fingers through my mane. My hands rest on her nape as she grinds herself slowly along my hard length. Our breathing gets more desperate as we devour each other’s mouths. Her soft hands rest on my chest underneath my shirt. Her touch is like lightning, burning me from the inside out.
I move my hands up her dress, cupping her perfect ass. I break the kiss and my eyes widen when I realize she’s not wearing panties.
Fuck. Me.
“Fuck, baby. Are you trying to kill me?” I pant, my arousal growing bigger as my palms explore her bare skin. So soft, like putty in my hands.
She smiles against my lips and grinds her bare heat along my strained cock. I squeeze her ass and guide her against my length, hungry and eager for more.
“Tell me what you want. Say it,” I rasp into her mouth. She playfully bites my bottom lip, her hand slipping between us. She grabs my cock through my jeans and gives it a desperate stroke.
“I want you to take me home and make love to me,” she breathes heavily, her voice thick with need.
“We better leave before I ravage you right here,” I whisper huskily. She gives my cock one last tug before sliding her hand out and kissing me.
We frantically throw everything into the basket and gather our belongings. The sky is dark, but there is still enough light out to see the trail back to the truck. We fly down the path, Audrey squealing as I chase her.
She’s running barefoot in front of me, her dress flying up in the wind, flashing me with glimpses of her bare ass. Our laughs cut through the twilight. We hurry back to the truck, tossing everything into the bed in a haste and racing into our seats.
