Page 105 of Love Unforgettable
Chapter 32
Cole
I text Lexie mid-morning, just to say hi and that I’m thinking about her. I’m sure that I’m coming across as over-eager, but I am thinking about her and I want her to know.
That’s cause you’re a soft-hearted momma’s-boy.
When I don’t hear back from her by lunchtime, I decide to take a little break and head over to the winery. I walk into the tasting room and look around for Lexie. Courtney, her second in command, gives me a little wave, and tells me that Lexie is in the back. She directs me through the lab and into the barrel room.
I finally find her in the very back of the rows of barrels, teetering atop an old ladder, holding a glass of wine up to the light and inspecting it.
I watch her for a while before she realizes I am there. Just soaking her in. Pink hair separated into braided pig tails, white Converse sneakers with wine stains all over them, faded and worn jeans, and a black Lovestone hoodie. She almost looks like a kid playing at being a winemaker, but I know firsthand that under that petite exterior lies a woman who is sexy as hell. She’s got one foot on the ladder and one foot on the rack holding the barrels. Her ass twitches slightly to the beat of the music, enough so I want to smack it. Smack it, and grab it, and pull her up against me with it. Get her naked and bite it.
She hums along to the music, lost in her own little world of music and wine. Her dog, the husky she has with her today, notices me and starts thumping his tail on the ground and lets out a “woo” in greeting. Without turning around, she says loudly, “Hey, Court, can you throw me that rag at the bottom of the ladder?”
I grab it and hold it up toward her,
“Here you go,” I say.
She looks down. “Hey, you’re not Courtney,” she says, smiling.
“I’m not Courtney,” I say, smiling back.
“What brings you out here at this time of day?” she asks, reaching into her pocket for the remote to turn down the music.
“Well, there’s this woman that I can’t stop thinking about. I want to see her again, so I thought I would come and ask her in person when we can make that happen.”
She turns on the ladder to face me. “Doesn’t that technically mean you’re seeing me now?” she asks coyly.
“You make me a little nervous standing on the ladder like that, can you come down do you think?”
“You gonna catch me if I fall?”
“Always,” I say. She takes a step down, so I move forward, grab her by the hips and lift her off the ladder, slowly lowering her down.
“Hi,” she whispers as her toes touch the floor.
“Hi,” I say. She looks from my eyes, to my lips, and back to my eyes again. I take that as my cue to kiss her. Her lips are soft, her breath sweet, and she tastes like wine. She stretches up to wrap her arms around my neck and I pull her in tighter, loving the feel of her against my body. I reach down to grab her ass and squeeze. She moans into my mouth as our tongues tangle. I lift her slightly and she wraps both legs around my waist, we move back until she’s pinned against a barrel.
“My God, you feel good, woman,” I groan, lifting my lips from hers.
“I could feel better,” she teases.
“Our first time is not going to be with you against a barrel.”
“What about our second time?’
“That’s gonna be right after the first.”
“Third?” she asks.
“Right after the second.”
“You’re awfully sure of yourself and your abilities, aren’t you?”
“I am.” I smile then lean in to whisper in her ear, “After that, sweetness, I will fuck you against a barrel anytime and as often as you wish.”
She turns her head, her lips seeking mine, her tongue demanding entrance, to which I comply. We make out until I lose track of time and am seconds away from pulling her jeans down and taking her right now, special first time be damned when her assistant interrupts us, paging Lexie to the phone with a call from “the people from the National Winemaker Award Contest about her win.”
