by Jess Dee
Andrew sucked in a breath of surprise. How was it possible one woman’s temperament could undergo such a dramatic change in a few short hours?
Perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps, in his eagerness to see the glowing bride again, he’d misidentified the person sitting here as her.
But no, his gut agreed this was the woman he’d met in the car park. The one who’d brought her entire wardrobe and the kitchen sink to the hotel. The one who’d both admired and teased him about his ass.
The instant tightening in his chest and lower body confirmed it.
He considered walking away. Leaving her in peace. Something was up, obviously, and if something were up with him, he’d want privacy to deal with it. Yet instinct told him to stay. A little voice inside urged him to walk on up the stairs and see if she was okay. “Now this is a nice coincidence.”
She jerked her head in his direction.
Ah, she hadn’t noticed him approaching. “The sexiest woman in the Hunter Valley sitting in the very place I chose to visit tonight.”
She didn’t answer, just looked at him in the darkness.
“You know…” He stepped closer. “You have me at a disadvantage. I never did learn your name earlier.”
A long moment passed before she answered. “I’m Victoria. But my friends call me Tori.”
“Its nice to meet you, Victoria.” The urge to call her Tori was strong, but he hadn’t earned the right.
“It’s nice to meet you too…Andrew.” Her voice was polite but lackluster.
At least she recognized him. And knew his name. “My mates call me Ando. Mind if I join you?”
Another lengthy silence followed before she shook her head. He couldn’t see her expression, but suspected if he could, there’d be a large cloud shadowing it. “Please. Sit.”
Andrew crossed the gazebo and took a seat on the bench facing her. She still leaned heavily against the wood lattice and beam, as though she had not the strength to hold herself upright without it.
He studied her for a long moment, choosing his next words carefully. “It seems I was right all along.”
She turned to look at him, dropping her feet to the ground in the process. “Right about what?”
“Happiness wasn’t the only thing making you sexy.”
Her response was a confused, “Uh…”
Andrew leaned forward. “The joy that made you shine earlier is gone,” he said very softly. “Yet being near you still takes my breath away.”
Her laugh was hollow, but still she answered courteously. “You’re sweet.” The very description she’d used to describe him before, but then she’d been sincere.
“Not really. A sweet guy wouldn’t say that to a woman he knows is getting married this weekend.”
Victoria looked left and then right, as though searching for something. “There’s someone here getting married this weekend?”
Okay, that pulled him up short. “According to you there is.”
“Ah, that. Yeah.” She shook her head. “Not is. Was.”
It was his turn to echo her confusion. “Uh…”
“Yeah, funny thing, that. A few hours ago I was getting married. Now? Not so much.”
Andrew’s heart failed to beat for a second or two. “The wedding’s off?”
“The wedding’s off.” Her tone was so flat the moon seemed to dim a little. “I should probably give this back to you.” She held her arm out in his direction, and in her hand he made out the shape of a bottle. “Your gift was really thoughtful…but now it feels as if I got it under false pretenses.”
Andrew gaped at her.
“Only problem is, I’ve already opened it.” She held up her other hand, showing him an…empty wine glass. “Haven’t drunk any yet. Can’t seem to work up the energy, but I have opened it. I’m sorry.”
Andrew didn’t give a flying fuck about the wine. “What happened?”
“Well, having a drink seemed like a brilliant idea two hours ago, so I popped the cork, but now I can’t seem to stomach anything, let alone good wine, so it’s open but full.”
“I mean what happened with the wedding?”
“Oh, right. The wedding.” She nodded. “Yeah, that. My fiancé booked a single plane ticket out of here, leaving three hours before the wedding. And neglected to tell me. I accidentally read about it in his instant messages with his business partner.”
For the second time in minutes, Andrew was capable only of gaping at her.
“Now I might be wrong—obviously I’ve been wrong about a lot of things lately—but I figured that was as good a sign as any that the wedding was off.”
“Jesus, fuck.”
Victoria gave another empty laugh. “That’s pretty much what I thought when I found out.”
“Your fiancé may well be the stupidest man on the planet.” What kind of dumb fuck left his fiancée at the altar? In fact, what kind of dumb fuck left a woman like Victoria at any time? That defied belief.
She shrugged. “Or maybe I’m the stupidest woman on earth for believing we had something real.”
He made short work of the space between them, crossing the gazebo to crouch before her. “Sexiest woman,” he corrected. “Not stupidest. Never stupidest.”
Victoria looked down at him with wide eyes. He couldn’t make out the blue irises in the dimness, but wished he could, wished he could read in her expression what she hid with her words.
She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
It was only when a wet drop landed on his knee that he realized she was trembling. Shaking hard enough to spill the wine. As gently as possible, he reached up and took both the bottle and glass from her hands, setting them on the bench a little way away. Then he took her hands in his and gazed up into those enormous eyes.
Christ, her hands were blocks of ice. Not surprising seeing as she still wore nothing but the shorts and singlet she’d had on earlier. While the early autumn days were still warm, the night temperatures dropped a little. A slight chill bit at the air, yet Victoria seemed not to notice.
Andrew whipped off his hoodie and wrapped it around her shoulders, guiding her arms into the sleeves and encasing her in its warmth.
Then he knelt before her again and once more took her hands in his, holding them between his palms to share his body heat. “I’m sorry,” he whispered as he looked up at her. “So sorry he hurt you like that.”
She stared back at him, and there was no mistaking her shimmer of tears. Again she opened her mouth to say something, and again nothing came out. Well, nothing except a tiny sob.
Before Andrew had time to realize her intentions, she did the last thing he’d ever have expected: let out a small cry, grasped his arms in her hands and kissed him.
Two men, one woman, and a romantic vineyard. Summer’s never been this hot…
Summer Wine
© 2014 Jess Dee
Tastes of Seduction, Book 1
Angus Lowe feels like he’s just stepped onto the set of Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous. He’s checking out a luxurious boutique hotel and winery, lured by the possibility of landscaping the gardens. And he’s crazy mad about the woman giving him the tour.
Problem is, Lily Hemington is way out of his league. Not only does she live the lifestyle of the rich and famous, she is also crazy mad about the owner of the hotel, Blake Seymour.
Issues get cloudier—or could that be steamier?—when Angus meets Blake. It’s clear Blake has deep feelings for Lily, but it’s also obvious he can’t take his eyes off Angus. While Angus doesn’t find this at all unpleasant, he’s painfully aware Lily and Blake are perfect for each other, and that he doesn’t belong in their perfect world.
Now it’s up to Lily and Blake to convince Angus the only world that counts is the one they all create together.
Warning: This book should be enjoyed with a bottle of chilled white wine. You’ll need it to cool down when the heat among these three characters burns out of control.
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It took every ounce of strength not to rip the dress from her body. Instead, he tugged at the zip at the back, pulling it down. Lily shook the dress over her arms, and it landed in a pile at her feet. She kicked it out of the way.
The woman was more stunning than he’d imagined, her body curvy and lush and made to be touched. Adored. Her breasts were high and firm, and her nipples were pebbled, pushing against the cups of the silky, light-pink bra that matched her panties. He let his hands wander over her satiny flesh, practically imbibing the feel of her.
This was a woman worth savoring. A woman worth taking his time over.
A woman in love with another man.
He slid his finger into her panties, his mouth finding her lips as his fingers discovered her pussy. Her very wet pussy.
His chest heaved in satisfaction, brushing against her breasts. “I’ve checked, Duchess.” Christ, talking was hard in his current state.
“And?”
“I can’t tell for sure. Gonna have to keep my hand there a little longer.”
She sighed dramatically. “Take as much time as you need.”
He did, stroking her plump, damp folds as their lips met in a long, slow kiss that scalded him all the way down to his toes.
“Okay,” he said a million years later. “I can confirm that you are still wet down there. Very wet.”
“I’m not convinced, Angus.”
“Then maybe I’ll just keep checking.”
“Good idea.” A flush stole over her cheeks.
“So, how does it feel, Duchess?” he asked. “Kissing another man in Blake’s hotel?”
She peeked at him from beneath heavy lids, her cheeks deliciously pink. “Truthfully?”
“Always.”
“Naughty.” Lily rubbed herself against him, her pussy lips slipping over his finger. “And freaking sexy.”
“You look freaking sexy.” Aroused and uninhibited was a good look on Lily.
“Ya know, I’d feel sexier if your finger was inside me.” She twisted her hips as though seeking to impale herself. “That way you’d be able to tell for sure if I really am wet.”
Angus hesitated a heartbeat. “I have a better method of checking.” He dropped to his knees, curled his hands around her thighs and urged her to widen her stance. Then he pushed her panties aside, took a minute to inhale her musky scent and ran his tongue along her slick folds.
Lily screamed.
He licked her again, relishing the hot liquid that spilled from her pussy.
“Angus!”
He spent a long moment licking her, tasting, gorging as she writhed before him. Then reluctantly, he stood once again and replaced his tongue with his finger. He leaned in and kissed Lily, pressing his chest against hers and slipping his tongue into her mouth, feeding her a sample of her own nectar.
“Proof positive,” he said at last, “that you are indeed very, very wet.”
She didn’t answer, just stared at him with huge eyes and nodded.
“Now I’m curious about something else.”
She rubbed herself sinuously against his hand. “And that is?”
“Just exactly whose finger you want inside you, Duchess. Mine…or Blake’s?”
She looked at him through passion-darkened eyes. “Kiss me again and I’ll tell you.”
Hell, who was he to refuse, especially when her lips were all pouty and parted, waiting for his tongue? As their mouths met, he softly tapped her clit. Her responding purr urged him on.
Lily kissed him harder, chasing his tongue with her own when he withdrew and inviting him back. For long moments, their mouths and lips tangoed as his hand played to his heart’s content.
She pushed up his shirt and flattened her palms against the skin on his back. Then her hands were all over him, trailing along his spine, clinging to his shoulders, edging back along his sides down to his waist. A frustrated moan escaped her throat, and she tore her mouth from his, dragged his T-shirt over his shoulders and dropped it to the floor.
Lily buried her nose in Angus’s neck. Her breath tickled, and the sensation of her skin against his sent another powerful surge of lust through him.
“Truth time, Duchess. Give me a name. Angus or Blake.”
She bit his neck, hard enough to hurt and gentle enough that desire jolted his dick. “Truth time,” she agreed and bit him again before answering, “Angus.” Then, a heartbeat later, “And Blake.”
Angus’s vision darkened momentarily. From resentment…or excitement?
“Both of you. Separately and together,” Lily said in that husky voice of hers, the one she only used when aroused. “Your fingers and your cocks.” She nibbled her way up his neck to his ear. “That, for me, would be the ultimate. The first prize. Alone, you’d each drive me wild. Together… Mmmm. Heaven.”
A combination of pain, pleasure, frustration and need hit him hard in the gut, making him grimace.
Lily bit his earlobe. “Does that shock you?”
Did it? “Yeah… But it also turns me the fuck on.” Because if he were as honest as Lily, he’d acknowledge that kissing Lily in Blake’s hotel was fucking sexy. It left him hungry for more, hungry for things he’d never contemplated before. Things like seeing Blake’s finger in Lily’s pussy. Blake’s cock too.
And, Christ, it made him hungry for a taste of Blake’s mouth too. And his cock.
It made him want Blake all wrapped around him—just the way Lily was all wrapped around him. Jesus fuck, being here, in Blake’s place with Lily, just made him want. End of story.
“It shocks me too.” The voice that spoke was neither Lily’s nor Angus’s—and it sent hot chills all the way down Angus’s spine.
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Kisses Sweeter Than Wine
Copyright © 2014 by Jess Dee
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Table of Contents
Dedication
With Thanks
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
About the Author
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