“Gavin.”
He looked up to see Kat walking toward him, and he blinked, wondering if he was seeing things. For some reason, seeing her here seemed out of place. Today she wore black jeans and a bright yellow top, her hair in her usual afro. He swallowed against a suddenly dry throat. Had it really been only half a day since he’d had her in his bed? He hardened instantly just from sheer proximity, and it took all his strength not to push her up against the wall behind him and take her again.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I tried to find some kind of excuse, like you’d left something at the apartment, but there’s no point in lying. I wanted to see you.” She stepped closer, her hands in her pockets. “Stupid, right? It’s not like I wasn’t going to see you later this evening.”
“Not stupid at all.” His voice was hoarse, especially when she pressed her hands against his chest.
“Sometimes I wonder if this is all a dream,” she murmured. “If I’ll wake up and be alone again, if I’ve conjured you into being.” She gazed up at him, her dark eyes wide. “You are real, right?”
He laughed a little. “As far as I know, yes.”
It was inevitable that he’d kiss her. She stood on the balls of her feet as they kissed, and he wrapped his arms around her. She tasted like sweetness and light, her lips silky and soft. He pressed his hardened cock against her, just because he wanted her to know how he felt every time she was near.
“I want to take you until you forget your own name.” He licked her jaw, and she shuddered. “Make you come until you scream.”
“Then do it.”
It was like something burst inside of him. With a groan, he moved so she was against the wall behind them, knowing that everyone had gone home for the day. But that didn’t stop a thrill from running through him at the idea of getting caught. For Kat, it was worth it.
He scattered kisses across her cheeks and down her throat, tonguing the indentation between her collarbones. She ran her fingers through his hair and her hands moved up his shoulders as he feasted.
He kneeled in front of her, and she looked down at him with heat in her eyes. “Let me taste you,” he muttered, unbuttoning her jeans to get to her wet center.
Her head thunked against the wall behind her when he pulled her panties down to her knees. “Gavin, are you sure? Outside?”
“Nobody’s around.” He kissed her hip, fluffing the curls hiding her core. “Let me do this.”
She sighed. “Don’t let me be the one to say no to having a guy go down on me.”
He laughed. Parting her, he took in her musky scent, laving her with his tongue. She let out a moan that turned higher pitched when he licked her over and over. Her wetness coated his tongue, and God Almighty, he couldn’t get enough. When he inserted the tip of his tongue inside of her, she shivered. He held her to his mouth, not letting her get away.
He played with her, building her climax, and when he only circled her clit, she swore at him. He smiled. Just as she was about to throttle him, he sucked her clit into his mouth and drew on it, the bud swollen and begging for his touch. She said his name over and over again as she clutched at his head. When he pushed a finger inside of her as he tongued her clit, she shimmied and shook, and he felt her sheath contract around his finger before her orgasm burst upon her.
She arched against him, but he didn’t let her go until he’d milked every contraction from her. “Jesus Christ,” she kept muttering, breathing hard. “Jesus motherfucking Christ.”
He stood up and fumbled with his clothing, but not before pulling a condom from his wallet. Her lips quirked into a smile as she took it from him. “Somebody was prepared,” she said.
“Thank God for that.” He groaned when she rolled the latex down his cock, and then he groaned again when he pushed at her entrance. She took hold of his cock and then he was sheathed inside of her wet heat. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
“So do you.” Her breath warmed his throat. “Take me, Gavin.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He hooked his hand underneath her leg for leverage, pumping inside of her in a ruthless rhythm. Licking her throat, he felt his cock get even harder as he fucked her. She moaned and dug her nails into his shoulders, and the sound of their lovemaking only heightened his arousal.
When he felt her squeezing around his cock, he thrust harder, brushing against her clit with each movement. He saw her pupils dilate right before she reached climax, her nails digging even harder into his shoulders. She’d probably drawn blood, but he didn’t care. As her sheath contracted around his cock, that sent him over, and he flooded her with his own release. He kissed her wildly, his tongue tangling with hers as they came together, their mutual orgasms sending them both into a tailspin of pleasure.
The words I love you flashed in his head, and he almost blurted them out. But he bit his tongue, not wanting to ruin this moment. He didn’t know if he could love someone else again. But as he withdrew from her and she kissed him so sweetly, his heart clenched despite himself.
They righted their clothing, laughing a little, and Gavin took her to a nearby bench so they could catch their breath. Sweat had beaded on their foreheads despite the cool weather. He went inside the vineyard’s main building to fetch them bottles of water, and he handed her one with a smile. “Don’t want to get dehydrated,” he said
