Page 57 of Ambrosia Kisses
"Really?" She cranes her head back to look at me.
"Yeah, really. It'll be available in the tasting room at the winery. Date-night tours only."
"I love that," she whispers.
"Yeah?"
She nods. "It's perfect."
"I thought so too." I dip my head to steal a kiss. "Maybe your wine will inspire them like you inspired me."
"Maybe." She grins, snuggling up against me again. "God, I'm so happy, Ridley."
"Yeah?" I smile down at her. "Because of the wine?"
"Because of you. Because of this. I have your ring on my finger. I have a job here, so we don't have to leave. Everything feels…perfect. It feels so damn perfect." She blinks watery eyes. "Pierce would love this for me."
"Yeah, he would," I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "He'd be so fucking proud of you, Dimples."
"I know."
"I'm proud of you, too. No matter how your dreams change or what you decide to do next, I'm fucking proud of you."
Her sweet smile is everything. It's sunshine and sin. And it's…fucking perfect.
"God," I groan, lifting her up to kiss it from her lips. Her legs spread around my hips, her hands delving into my hair. I groan again, my cock jerking to life between us.
She feels it and whimpers, shifting around until she's hovering right over the tip. Her eyes meet mine, full of so much love, it steals my breath.
"I love you," she whispers as she sinks down, knocking my world out of orbit all over again.
"Christ, I love you too," I growl, my hands sinking into her hips.
We rock together, getting lost in one another. My hands are all over her, but hers aren't still either. I feel them searing along myskin, setting little fires everywhere she touches me as I tumble her over backward, taking control.
My name echoes around the office as my hips crash into hers, driving me deep and then deeper. We come together again and again, spiraling higher with every moment, every touch. And when we fall, we do it together, our cries of ecstasy melding into one somewhere around the ceiling.
It's loud and messy, and it's us.
"I love you," I whisper through the fog of bliss, clinging to her sweaty body. "So fucking much, Dimples."
"I love you, too, Ridley."
She could say it for a lifetime, and I'd still want to hear it again. Those words are three years of hope, whispered into existence, and three years of pain, soothed into nothing all at once. They're my dreams, every goddam one of them, breathed to life by her lips.
They're everything.
Epilogue
Paisley
Three Years Later
"Ridley, I will murder you if you even think about touching me," I cry, dodging to the left as he saunters toward me with a devilish smirk on his lips. "I am not smashing grapes with my feet!"
There's no way I'm putting my feet on something people are supposed to drink. Hell no. I'm still not okay with the fact that wine used to be made that way.
He doesn't say anything as he stalks toward me. I see a break between the vines behind him and decide to take a chance. He's fast…but I'm desperate. Maybe it'll work in my favor.
