Page 55 of Whiskey Promises

I gasp, slamming myself down on him as I detonate like a bomb. I try like hell to keep my eyes on him as I unravel, but it's impossible. They fall closed as he grunts my name, following me over the edge. I feel him pulsing inside me again and again, and a shiver rips through me.

We fall in a sweaty heap, breathing hard.

"You coming all over me is the best part of waking up, Zoya," he groans rolling us until I'm sprawled across him with my head against his chest, listening to the wild thundering of his heartbeat.

"This isn't a coffee commercial."

He chuckles, swatting me on the ass.

I hide a grin against his chest, happy in a way I can't even describe.

Until he groans and sits up beneath me. "I need to go."

"Again?" I pout at him.

"Afraid so." He cups my cheek. "We're working on something important."

"Are you ever going to tell me what it is?"

"Expansion."

"Oh. Are you taking over another vineyard or something?"

"Something like that." He leans forward, brushing his lips across mine. "You going to be in my bed when I get home tonight?"

"Maybe."

He growls playfully, nipping my lip before he reluctantly hauls himself from the bed. "You better be."

I just grin at him until his naked ass disappears into the bathroom, and then I drag his pillow over my face, groaning. The clock is ticking down, counting down the days until I fly back home, but every time he touches me, he drowns out the sound. He eclipses everything.

I don't want it to end, and yet…the end is coming. Soon.

I'm not ready to face it.

"I've been thinking," he murmurs a moment later, appearing at the foot of the bed with damp hair, fully clothed.

"Did it hurt?"

He shakes his head, smiling softly. "You're going to pay for that smartass mouth one of these days, princess."

"Promises, promises. What have you been hurting yourself thinking about?"

"You leaving."

I flick my gaze up at him, my heart skipping a beat as my stomach twists with nerves. "What about it?"

"You'll be finished with school in a few months."

"Five," I whisper. It feels like a lifetime.

"What if…?"

"What?"

"You moving in when you were finished?"

I blink wide eyes at him, sitting upright. "You want me to move to California?"