Page 49 of Backdraft
I extended my hand and wiggled my fingers. "Give me." I smiled at him.
I tipped the glass, watching the wine swirl around. It had nice legs, and the aroma was divine.
I took a drink, and the flavor burst in my mouth. It was wonderful. I took a second sip and savored the velvety luxuriousness in my mouth.
"Do you like that one?" Taylor said and reached for the next one on the board. "You finish it," he said when I held the glass to him.
"Yes, I do. We'll have to get some to take home." I finished the wine and loved the sensation of it going down my throat and the way it warmed my belly. Then I realized I'd said home. Whether it was the wine or referring to Taylor's house as home, I didn’t know, but a contentment filled me. I watched Taylor through my now sorta tipsy eyes.
"We sure can, maybe a box."
"A box? You'd really buy a box of wine." My words slurred slightly, and I clamped my mouth shut. I’d always been a cheap drunk.
He nodded and handed me a glass of the red. "Of course. If you like it, we'll get a box and store it in the cellar."
I sipped the red wine. I did like reds, but I had to be careful. If the tannins were too high, I could tell immediately and would get heartburn. This one had a barnyard aroma, it added a layer of complexity to the wine, which could be good, but I wasn’t normally a fan. I took a mouthful. It was smooth but when I swallowed, I could feel the burn in my esophagus.
I shook my head." "No, I don't want to finish this. I know it will give me heartburn. Feel free."
He took the goblet from me, and again, our fingers brushed. The sensation of his skin on mine coupled with the buzz I was getting from the drinks was the perfect recipe for smexy times. I didn't even bother to try and ignore the sexual desire building.
I mean, how could I not feel this? I was highly attracted to Taylor. I knew how we were together. The wine gave me a little more confidence, and his presence was all just too much for me to deny.
I wanted him.
We were silent and stared into each other’s eyes. I ached to lean over the table and kiss him. To have his hands on me. The slow and sensual smile curving his lips told me he felt it too.
Taylor picked up the last glass and held it up to look at the color against the sky.
"This, I have a feeling, will be more my style." He swirled the glass like I had and smiled.
When he had some in his mouth, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back as if he’d just died and gone to heaven.
"Good?" I asked him.
He nodded slowly and opened his eyes, pinning me with his. God help me, he looked so good it made my belly flip over.
He was handing the glass to me and stopped midway. He furrowed his eyebrows. "What's that look for?"
I shook myself out of my daydream. "Oh, what look? I was just thinking about how much you must like that wine." Actually, I want to jump into bed with you.
A slow smile spread across his lips, and something told me he knew that's not what I was thinking about. Strangely, I didn't really mind that he may suspect my carnal thoughts. Living with him is extremely tempting and so far we’d been very good. How easy it would be to go down the hall in the dark of night and climb into bed with him? Was he thinking the same thing as me?
I hope so.
Taylor handed me the last glass and I slowly lifted it to my mouth not taking my eyes off him. He watched my mouth. The wine was delicious, and I swallowed, enjoying the bright flavors.
Now I knew I couldn’t stem the desire growing inside me. It was overpowering, and I was barely able to breathe. If we kept at it much longer, we wouldn't get farther than his truck before–
Again, I shook myself out of my daydream. "Ah, yup, I like this one."
"Where were you a moment ago, Drea?" he asked with a crooked smile.
"Uhm, where was I? I-I nowhere. Here." I fibbed the little white lie. "Here drinking wine with you in the middle of a vineyard and food-truck place."
He reached his hand across the table and laid it over mine. That was my undoing. Liquid heat fired through me, and my nipples pushed against my top. I had to cross my legs from the throbbing heat that flared between them.
"I think I know what you're dreaming about. Because I am too." His voice held that low, gravelly I want to get you into bed tone I heard so often in Denver.
