Risking the Vine (Romancing the Vine Book 1) by Gemma Brocato Page A

of the water, this little impromptu shower had activated the desire receptors within.
    And they weren’t going to be denied.
    Luke didn’t hold back either. Dark lashes swept down as he closed his eyes an instant before his lips claimed hers. It wasn’t a tender kiss. No, this was filled with raw want and need. Open-mouthed, thrusting. His tongue stole into her mouth, retreated, only to advance again.
    Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close, nestling her against his hard-in-all-the-right-places body. The heat and evidence of his arousal turned the moisture between their wet bodies to steam.
    Without releasing his hold Luke walked her backward until she hit the board fence surrounding them. The planks pressing into her shoulder blades were rough, the planes of Luke’s chest incendiary. Raising her hands from those hard muscles, she threaded her fingers through his short, wavy hair. Luke nibbled her lower lip, nipping and pulling slightly before soothing the sting with his tongue.
    The tingling between her legs kicked up a notch when he worked his hands between their bodies. He trailed them up her ribcage, pausing to cup and squeeze her sensitive breasts as he ground his hips to hers. The sweet tugging sensation in her gut tightened her body until it felt like a plucked string on a violin.
    Her heart raced at the feel of his fingers, unfastening her coveralls, the rasp of the zipper loud in the quiet air. He slipped his hand into the opening and ran it from her pubic bone to the waistband of her jeans. She squirmed and shifted, her body giving in to desire, offering him more. He pulled her T-shirt from her pants, smiling against her lips.
    Skyrockets took flight behind her closed eyes at the first touch of his fingers on the bare flesh of her stomach. Luke slid his hand upward, tracing each rib as he went. His lips didn’t stop moving on hers. Without any conscious thought, Jac lifted her leg around the back of his thigh and jerked him closer, opening herself at her very core.
    His hard erection prodded her through the layers of their clothing and lodged against her center. Moist heat flooded between her legs when he circled his hips against hers. He’d reached her breast and slipped his finger behind the lace of her bra, flicking the taut nipple. Sensation tugged hard in her womb, squeezing and heating her.
    He worshipped her mouth, tongue tangling with hers, thrusting in time with his hips. God, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been dry-humped so deliciously. At the moment her only complaint was the amount of clothing between them.
    Water gushed heedlessly from the makeshift shower, plopping on the cement. The sharp scent of paint, garden clippings, and soil perfumed the air. Sunlight poured into the enclosure, warming their heads.
    Luke gentled his kiss until he merely sipped at her lips. Releasing them, he traced his way across her cheek, licked his way down the column of her neck. The sun flared golden behind her eyelids when she tipped her head heavenward, exposing more of her neck to his clever mouth.
    His hand still cupped her breast when he straightened. Once he’d tasted her lips again, he pressed his forehead to hers. His breath rushed against her cheek, his struggle to calm a racing heart as evident as hers. Body singing, she sucked in a breath as he gave one final tweak to her nipple.
    Cold reality flooded her when he removed his hand from under her shirt. She didn’t want to open her eyes and see regret on his face, so she left them closed as he tucked the hem of her shirt back into her jeans.
    “I got carried away. I’m sorry.” His words were soft against her ear. Leaving his hands on her hips, he leaned away, as if to give her space.
    “I’m not,” she said. She pried her lids open to look him in the eye. “You kiss like a maestro, coaxing all the right notes from me at the right moment.”
    He grinned, easing the hot desire in his eyes from molten to magnificent.