Page 1 of Ambrosia Kisses
Prologue
Ridley
"Christ, Dimples." My fingersdig into Paisley Molina's golden skin as she rocks her hips, her full breasts bouncing every time she takes me deep. She's a goddess on top of me, working my cock like she owns it.
At this point, she might as well. She's the only one who has ever had it. If I have my way, she's the only one who ever will.
I never imagined I'd find my future at my brother's wedding, but I did. Paisley came out of nowhere, knocking me on my ass the moment we met. She looked me up and down like she was measuring the weight of my heart against a feather, and then smirked and told me to pick my jaw up and show her where to find a glass of wine.
She's the perfect combination of fiery intelligence, sass, and softhearted sweetness. I don't know how the fuck I fell so fast, but I did.
While my brother and her best friend were preparing for their wedding, I spent the last two weeks glued to her side. We've made out in every corner of the vineyard. I've had her coming on my fingers and tongue in every nook and cranny I could find. I've shown her every inch of Santa Maria and explored every inch of her along the way.
And I've fallen like a ton of bricks right at her feet, over and over again.
Seeing her walking down the aisle to stand beside Lucy in that pretty dress tonight was more than I could handle. She looked like sin and sunshine wrapped in red silk and lace. Even now, when she's riding me like her life depends on it, she looks so fucking sweet above me.
Her wedding makeup is smudged, her dark hair in tangles where I tore through the bands holding it in place.
I'm pretty sure I ripped that damn dress trying to get her naked. Not my fault. She had her hands down my pants, her perfect fingers wrapped around my dick. The dress had to go before my sanity did.
"Ridley," she moans, her head falling back as her inner muscles clench and flutter around me. "You're so damn deep."
"Yeah?" I lock my hands around her waist, lifting her to slam her back down on my cock. "You like having me so deep you can't breathe, Dimples?"
"Yes!" she shouts, her muscles fluttering around me again.
It's not an answer I need—I can feel how much she's enjoying this—but damn if I don't love hearing her shout for me anyway. I want her as addicted to me as I am to her.
Our timing is shit. I'm due to fly back to Italy tomorrow for a planned vineyard expansion. She starts her second semester of law school at Stanford in a week. But…none of that matters now.
This matters. She matters.
As soon as I rearrange my plans in the morning, I'm asking her to marry me. I don't care if it's too soon. I don't care if Bastian loses his mind when I tell him that I'm not going to Italy. Whatever this is between me and Paisley is too important to walk away now. It's permanent for me.
I just hope like hell it is for her, too.
"Ridley!" she cries out, her lips parted slightly as her inner muscles lock down on me and she detonates. Her body convulses as she chases the pleasure, forcing me even deeper.
I groan her name, flipping her onto her back beneath me. My lips come down on hers, swallowing her cries of ecstasy. They belong to me anyway.
"You taste so sweet when you're falling apart for me, Paisley," I growl, hauling her leg up over my hip. "I want another one."
"Please, please," she gasps.
"Please, what? Go harder?" I slam into her. "Deeper?" I yank her leg up higher, opening her wider. "Don't stop?" I pound into her again and again, kissing her until I can't breathe. She tastes like ambrosia, some combination of sweet and sultry that I'm dying to bottle just to drink it every minute of the day. "I'm not ever stopping, Dimples. This sweet little body is my favorite toy now."
Her nails scratch down my back, sending a shiver of pleasure slicing through me. Christ, I love the way her hands feel on mybody. I love the way she moans for me, too, all soft and smoky, like the lingering low notes of a hymn.
I dip my head, wrapping my lips around one hard nipple.
Another of those throaty moans tumbles from her lips. My name again, sounding like it's the only thing she remembers how to say in this moment.
I lock our fingers together above her head as I thrust again, not in a hurry to get us there…not in a hurry for this to end. How the hell did I make it two weeks without knowing what it feels like to have her pretty little pussy wrapped around my cock like this?
I want to keep her wrapped around me like this all night now that I know how good she feels.
But she's already on the edge again. I hear the desperate whine in her voice as she rocks beneath me, trying to get herself there.
