Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
The first glass we taste sends a shiver racing over my body. God, that’s bitter. I’ve never been one for wine or any kind of alcohol, but here I am… for Danny.
“Hmm…” My gaze instantly darts to her face. “It has a smokey… woodsy taste.”
She looks at me, and I let out a chuckle. “What you said.”
By the time we get to the third farm, I’m starting to get worried. The wine is going straight to my head. There’s no way I’ll be able to drive us back to the hotel.
Taking hold of Danny’s hand, I pull her to a stop. “I think we should look at getting a room for the night before we carry on with the tour.”
Danny lets out a burst of sparkling laughter. “Are you feeling tipsy?”
Nodding, I pull my phone out and mutter, “Rather safe than sorry.”
Chapter 6
DANNY
Oh God.
I’m struggling to walk in a straight line. Grabbing Ryker’s arm, I try to keep myself balanced, but he’s not much help.
“I’m going to face plant on the path,” I laugh.
“It feels like I had an entire bottle of wine,” he grumbles.
I let out a bark of laughter. “That’s because you practically did.”
We get to the guesthouse Ryker arranged for us. Just as well. I don’t think we’ll be able to get back to the car, never mind the hotel with the state we’re in.
I watch as Ryker struggles to unlock the door and begin to laugh at him. “You’re drunk.”
“A little,” he chuckles. “Okay, a lot.”
We laugh as we enter the guesthouse, and I kick off my shoes. “I’m not tired.”
Ryker walks to the TV and switches it on. He begins to scroll through all the music channels, and when he lands on something with a beat, I grab the remote from him and hold it hostage against my chest as I dance away from him.
A second later, I use the remote as a microphone, doing a god-awful job at lip-syncing. But who cares. I’m having fun.
The song comes to an end and when Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran comes on, I begin to sway, this time actually singing along.
Ryker stands rooted to the spot, just staring at me with that sinful smirk on his face… again.
I drop the remote, and tilting my head, I say, “One day, I’m either going to slap that smirk off your face or kiss you.”
His eyebrow lifts, then he says, “I vote for the kiss.”
A burst of laughter bubbles over my lips as I walk closer to him. “Stop smirking.”
His lips only curve more as he shakes his head, his eyes darkening.
“That’s it.” Taking hold of his jaw, I struggle to lift myself on my toes without losing my balance and end up plastered against his chest. “Damn, you’re too tall,” I complain.
Ryker’s eyes lock on mine as his hand settles on my back, keeping me pressed up against him. The smile fades from his face, and his eyes darken even more.
“Do you have any idea how hot you are?” I ask, my head filled with the happy buzz from all the wine.
Bringing his other hand to the side of my face, he begins to lean down until I can feel his breath on my lips.
It looks like he hesitates for a couple of seconds, and then his mouth is on mine, and I swear I hear fireworks going off in the distance.
There’s also a siren, like a warning, but it’s too vague for me to care when our tongues touch.
Ryker’s hand slips behind my neck as he deepens the kiss, and it makes tingles rush through my body until it feels like my ovaries are vibrating.
The kiss turns hungry, and soon we’re panting, our tongues stroking and lips kneading.
Sigh… I’ve wanted this for so long.
I take hold of Ryker’s shirt and start to tug it up. Letting out a frustrated groan, I mumble, “Take it off.”
Ryker grabs hold of the shirt behind his neck and yanks it off.
“Daaayyumm… that was hot,” I whisper. My eyes drop to his abs and then lower. I let out a moan. “God, those fuck me muscles are a turn-on.”
Ryker wraps an arm around me as his mouth claims mine again. His body presses against mine, and feeling how hard he is against my stomach weakens my legs.
Holy shit, I want this. More than anything.
Ryker’s hands drop to my bottom, and when he lifts me against his rock-hard body, I wrap my legs around his waist. He somehow manages to maneuver us to the bed, and then his mouth burns down my neck while his hands settle on my hips. His grip tightens on me before his right hand moves up. With his lips and tongue lashing at my racing pulse, Ryker moves his right hand up until his palm takes the weight of my breast.