Page 58 of Ambrosia Kisses

Spoiler Alert: It doesn't.

He snags me around the waist before I even have a chance to race around him, hauling me up in his arms. Just like always, he drops me over his shoulder, smacking my ass.

My shriek of protest echoes around the Italian countryside, bouncing back to us from every direction. It doesn't stop my husband at all.

"You should have run faster, Dimples," he says, chuckling as he carries me toward the basin of grapes he set up earlier.

"You're evil."

"Maybe, but you fucking love me anyway."

He's right. I do. Every day, he finds new ways to make me fall all over again. It shouldn't even be possible at this point, but I don't think this man can be stopped. Not when it comes to me or our babies.

My life is a dream with him, and it just keeps getting better every day. Like right now. Even though I'm absolutely going to murder him for this, I'm so fucking happy, I feel like I could burst.

He flips me upright, his lips slanting down over mine half a second before my feet land in the vat of grapes. I sink into the basin as they squish beneath my feet, juices running between my toes.

"You are in so much trouble," I growl against his lips…but he just throws his head back, a loud rumble of laughter spilling from his lips. And I can't help but smile in response.

"It's not that bad," he teases, tucking strands of hair behind my ear.

He's right, it's not. It's…an odd sensation, a little like stepping in mud, honestly. But I'm not telling him that.

"We arenotdrinking this."

"Nah." His green eyes twinkle. "I figured we'd bottle it and give it to my cousins for Christmas."

"Ridley!" I smack him across the chest, a shocked laugh escaping. "Absolutely not. I don't even know why you think I needed this experience."

He chuckles again before his expression turns serious. "You're all over this vineyard, baby. I worked the earth until I was too exhausted to move, trying to erase you from my mind. Instead, I planted memories of you everywhere. They're in every new vine we put down that year. You sweeten every berry."

"Ridley." My expression softens, my heart rolling in my chest as I turn my head, pressing my lips to his palm. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Dimples. More and more every single day."

"We're still not bottling this and giving it to your cousins."

"We're not bottling it. It'll go into the compost to feed the soil." He cups my cheek, his gaze flickering across my face. "You'll feed every inch of this vineyard. But I wanted this to be one memory we planted in the soil together."

I fling my arms around his neck, tears stinging my eyes. He catches me, pulling me close to capture my lips with his. I sink lower in the vat as he kisses me breathless, the same damn way he always does.

When he finally lets me up for air, I'm dazed and gasping, and my heart is so full of him I don't feel the grapes beneath my feet. All I feel is the heat in his eyes and the electricity arcing against my skin…the same damn way I always do when he kisses me like that.

"You're perfect," I whisper.

His lips tilt into my favorite devilish smirk. "You're still not getting out of those grapes, Dimples."

"Fine." I twist my fingers up in his shirt, tugging as hard as I can. The move catches him off guard. He tumbles into the vat with me, landing on his knees.

He looks up at me with the devil in his eyes.

"Oops."

"You're going to pay for that."

He reaches for me, and I fall into him, my laughter ringing out around us. With his arms around me and the grapes squishing beneath us, I realize this isn't a dream. It's even better than that. This is me and him, and it's forever.