“As?”
Cos reached down, splayed his hand on my upper thigh, and pushed the material of my cover-up aside. “As making you come in the middle of this vineyard in the rain.”
Oh my god. My bikini bottom was no match for Cosimo’s fingers. Watching his expression behind drops of rain as he slipped inside me was as erotic as it got. No, scratch that. What he was doing with those fingers took the top prize.
My head sank back, and I didn’t care that drops of water fell onto my cheeks.
“Look at me.”
He wasn’t asking, but demanding. And I was feeling indulgent.
I did as he asked.
“I want to see your face,” he said, now using his thumb too. “I want to see the eyes that lit up when you talked about your friends at lunch today light up again, for me.”
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. The sight of him ...I just couldn’t. I couldn’t hold on much longer. But I didn’t want to come either, because then it would be over.
“I need you to kiss me,” I managed.
“I will.”
I’d meant now. But instead of making demands of my own, I said, “I really, really like kissing you.”
At that, Cos pulled me closer to him so his entire palm was pressed against me.
“I really...” he circled expertly, “... really like kissing you too. Just think of it as an incentive. The sooner you come for me...”
He let the words trail off.
An incentive. As if I needed one.
“Cosimo,” I breathed, begging. “Please.”
“Your wish is my command.” He circled his fingers, pressing against me in a way that made me powerless to do anything but let go.
I screamed to the open fields, and this time when my head dropped back, Cos didn’t say a word. Instead, he stilled his hand, keeping it there. Surely, he could feel the aftereffects of what he’d done. When I came back to earth, I didn’t have to guess. His expression told me that, yes, he could feel it. And yes, he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
“I don’t have a condom,” Cos said. “Otherwise, I’d take you right here.”
He pulled his hand from my bathing suit bottom. And then made good on his promise. His kiss was just as wild and uncontrolled as before. But it was also filled with such need that I knew we had to get back.
“We could run,” I said, reluctantly pulling away.
“I’m not sure I could run right this second if you paid me.”
I reached down for the wine. Grabbing it, along with his tee, I grinned at a surprised and dripping wet Cosimo. “Grab the glasses? I’ll meet you inside.”
With that, I took off.
“An incentive,” I called out.
Faintly I heard him yell, “My office.”
And while I did wonder why he had condoms in his office, I tried not to think too hard on that. Instead, I ran away from my boss, in the pouring rain, with a bottle of reserve cabernet sauvignon, feeling freer than ever before in my life.
By the time I got to the covered patio, Cosimo was already at my side despite my head start.
“Couldn’t run, eh?” I asked.