She frowns for a moment, processing, then smirks. “Good one.”

“I thought so.”

“I like your sense of humor. You’re not crass, you’re just funny.”

“Good. Being crass is disrespectful. I just want to have a good time.”

“That’s what she said,” she replies, and laughs at her own horrible joke. “It’s pretty here.”

“Yep,” I reply, and continue staring at Kat.

“Now you’re just trying to get in my pants.”

“You’re not wearing pants.”

“I love an observant man,” she says, and leads me into a barn that the owner has converted into barrel storage. “Oh, there’s nothing like the smell of oak in a wine barn.”

“Agreed.” The tour guide is describing their process of crushing the grapes, barreling them, how long they ferment, and I can’t help but feel a little bad that he got our group so late in the day because we’re all a little tipsy.

Finally, he dismisses us to have a look around, and to wander back to the main building to sample more wine and eat some cheese, breads, and fruit, which is a good idea.

“Is this the last place today?” Kat asks me.

“Yes. After this, we head back to the hotel.”

“And room service,” she says with a dreamy look on her gorgeous face. “I’m hungry. Are you hungry?”

“Yes.”

“What are you going to order?”

“I’m not that kind of hungry,” I reply, and feel my cock twitch when she raises a brow and sends me a flirty wink.

I’ll chalk the honesty and flirtation up to too much wine and sun.

And intense lust.

Once inside, I encourage Kat to eat, and do the same.

“Have you ever noticed that a wine drunk is different than any other kind of drunk?” Kat says as she nibbles on some strawberries.

“How is it different for you?”

“Well, with hard liquor, it’s a fast, all-encompassing drunk. My face tingles. It feels more out of control.” She swallows and takes a sip of the water bottle I gave her. “Beer is probably the least potent for me. Maybe because I don’t drink much of it. I don’t love the taste of beer.”

“And how does wine make you feel?”

She thinks for a moment, narrowing her gorgeous brown eyes. “It’s a slow burn,” she begins. “I get warm. My cheeks get a little numb.” She leans in and crooks her finger for me to lower my ear to her. “And even my clit tingles.”

I swallow hard and brush my lips over her temple. “If you’re trying to seduce me, it’s working.”

“Trying? No. Just being honest.” She pats my cheek. “But it’s a bonus that it’s working.”

And with that, she saunters away, her feet clicking on the hard floor, hips swaying in that tight dress, and I’m pretty sure I won’t survive the ride back to the hotel.

She glances over her shoulder as she leads me down the hallway to her room and smiles. “Are we going to have a repeat of last night?”

“The kind where I kiss your cheek and leave?”

“Yeah, that.”

“I sure hope not,” I reply with a gusty sigh. “It almost killed me.”

“Why did you leave?”

“Because I’m an idiot,” I reply, and shove my hand through my hair. She unlocks the door and leads me inside. “Are you sure about this?”

“Let me explain something to you.” She tosses her bag on a table and turns to me, her hands on her hips. “This is going to be my sexcation.”

“Excuse me?”

“Sexcation,” she repeats, and begins unbuttoning her dress, making my mouth go dry. “My friends and I came up with the concept. I’m not home, so the guy I choose to have sex with isn’t going to show up at my place all the time. I can have mutually satisfying sex with someone I enjoy. No harm, no foul.”

“Sounds too good to be true,” I say with a frown. “You’re fine with having sex with me on this trip, with no strings attached, and never seeing me again after we leave here?”

“Yes, please,” she says, nodding her head emphatically.

“One rule,” I reply, eager to get my hands on her.

“Tell me fast because this dress is almost off my body and I’m not wearing panties.”

“Christ.” I swallow hard again and wipe my fingers over my mouth. “I’m the only one you’re fucking on this trip.”

“I’m not a serial sexcationer,” she replies with a sober face. “Is that it?”

“I don’t do serious relationships,” I say, wanting to make sure she knows the score here. “I like you, but I won’t be pursuing you after this.”

“Did you not understand me when I explained the theory behind the sexcation?”

“I understand; I just want to make sure you understand as well. I’m attracted to you, I enjoy you, and I’ll fuck you seven ways to Sunday all week, but that’s it.”

“Fantastic.” She lets her dress drop and pool around her feet, and she’s standing before me in a black push-up bra and nothing else. I peel my tongue off the roof of my mouth.

“Lose the bra.”

She bites her lower lip and complies, letting it fall to her side, and I have to take a long, slow breath. Her skin is perfection. Pale, smooth. Her nipples are a deep pink, and puckered. Her body is curvy in all the right places, and she is confident and proud, not hiding herself in the least.