Allie looked up at him, her cheeks pink and her eyes slightly glassy. “The key is to swirl it in your mouth, let it roll across your tongue.” Her tongue darted out and slid across her lips.

Hudson briefly closed his eyes.

“Of course, a good finish is crucial,” she continued. “I know some prefer not to swallow, but a good finish can make the experience even more enjoyable. Don’t you agree, Mr. Chase?”

Oh, he so fucking agreed.

Hudson gripped Allie’s waist, his fingers digging into her soft sweater as he urged her back against his thickening erection. “I think you need another taste,” he suggested, if for no other reason than to watch her tongue moisten her lips again.

“I’d love one.” She smiled over the top of her glass and then polished off the Riesling.

The sound of laughter and clinking glassware filled the room and the guide practically shouted to be heard. “Everyone ready for Bon Vivant?”

An uncoordinated “Yeah!” echoed through the tasting room.

The guide chuckled. “Ah, Lover of Life. And all of you certainly have taste and enjoy living.” He started in the middle this time, pouring a generous sample in Allie’s glass before continuing his never-ending speech. “In order to maintain the character of the grape, this wine doesn’t age in oak. The result is a nice, easy red.”

Allie lifted the glass to her lips, shifting her weight as she lowered it so that her hips brushed back against Hudson’s. She was driving him completely insane, grinding against him after every sip. “It’s been hours since I’ve been inside you.” His voice was low and tight with restraint. “And you’re making me inconveniently hard teasing me with your delectable ass.”

Reaching behind her, Allie slipped her hand between their bodies, stroking him through his jeans as she finished off the glass of red wine.

Hudson hissed between clenched teeth and dropped his mouth to her ear. “Keep it up. I won’t hesitate to buy this place out so I can fuck you on the bar.” And with the black Amex in his wallet, he had the means to do it.

“The final selection is our Cabernet Sauvignon, a robust, full-bodied red that is aged ten months in oak barrels.”

Allie removed her hand from between them and lifted the wineglass to her lips as soon as the sample was poured. “Oh, I really like this one.”

“Let me taste.” Hudson buried his fingers in Allie’s hair and pulled her head back. His mouth moved softly over hers and his tongue dipped inside, teasing her in an unhurried kiss. The scent of her invaded his senses and he groaned inwardly. When he finally broke away from her mouth, he looked at the tour guide. “We’ll take a bottle of that one.”

Hudson handed the guide his credit card and quickly signed the receipt. He grabbed the bottle by its neck and looked down at Allie, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. “Ready to go?”

“So ready,” she murmured softly.

“You didn’t need to finish every last drop.” His hand slid under the weight of her hair, massaging the nape of her neck as they made a beeline for the bike. “Though it might be to my benefit that you did.”

“It would have been rude not to! You were on the tour, they made those wines themselves.”

Hudson chuckled. “Yes, they have numerous women in skirts with scarves on their heads stomping grapes with their bare feet.”

“Making fun of me?” Allie playfully elbowed him in the ribs. She lost her balance and stumbled into his arms.

“I wouldn’t dare.” He set her back on her feet. “You’re not going to fall off my bike, are you?”

“Of course not. Where to now?”

“Back to my place.” He secured the bottle of wine in the leather saddlebag on the side of the bike, then handed Allie her helmet.

“You read my mind,” she said, pulling the helmet down over her head.

“I thought we’d take Snake Road back. It’s beautiful this time of year.”

Allie looked at him with her mouth hanging open. “Snake Road?” Her voice was a couple octaves too high.

Hudson laughed. “It’s called ‘Snake Road’ because of the twists and turns.” His hand slipped under her chin. “Lift up, baby.”

Allie tilted her head back and he made quick work of her chinstrap. “It’s not longer that way, is it?”

He dropped a firm, quick kiss on her mouth. “So eager to get me naked again.” Grinning, he kicked his leg over the seat and put his helmet on. “Keep thinking those thoughts.”

Hudson rose up and slammed down on all that horsepower. The Harley roared to life beneath him and he was suddenly desperate to have the freedom of the road with her on his bike.

He held out his hand. “On you go.”

Allie placed her hand in his and swung her leg over, mounting the bike. Sliding forward, she wrapped her arms around his waist, her body becoming flush with his.

“You ready, baby?”

She nodded and her hold tightened on his waist.

Hudson cranked the throttle on the handlebar and the engine growled as they turned onto the road. He wound them down Snake Road for miles, the bike humming and throbbing beneath them as if it were alive. He took them over rolling hills and through valleys canopied by trees, where yellow leaves bled into orange, then flamed up red as they blurred by. They passed a couple bikers along the way, and one person stupid enough to tow a boat along the devil road, but otherwise they were alone. And with the open road ahead of them, they were almost untouchable. Hudson didn’t want their time together to end. He was selfish and greedy, and wanted more than just a few days alone with her.

Allie relaxed against his torso. He could feel every inch of her pressed intimately against him. Her perfect breasts against his back, her legs cradling his hips, and her hands sliding down his waist and across his groin. Her intrepid fingers stroked him through the denim of his jeans and his cock hardened instantly. He gripped the handlebars tighter. Soon all he could think about was the way the soft skin on the inside of her thighs would feel against his legs as he stroked in and out of her, slow and hard.

Hudson ground back on his molars. With each stroke of Allie’s hand his emotions and need for her became more volatile. He shifted the gears with smooth coordination and veered down a narrow stretch of road, pulling into a secluded picnic area at the edge of the lake. Turning the bike off, he engaged the kickstand and hung his helmet from the end of the handle bar.

“Come here.” Hudson slid an arm around Allie’s waist and pulled her across his body, her legs straddling his thighs. He removed her helmet and let it drop to the ground. Her hair was tangled at the ends and her cheeks were flushed from the crisp October wind. “We’re going to finish what you started.” His palms cupped her face and he seized her mouth as if he were only alive to kiss her, his lips moving desperately over hers. The dark fruits and sensuous spices of the Cabernet permeated his tongue and he moaned at the decadent taste.

Allie shoved her hands underneath his T-shirt. His abs tightened in a sequential rush as her hands smoothed down the ridges of his stomach to the top of his fly. Her fearless fingers popped the buttons one by one, releasing him from the confines of his jeans until he fell hot and heavy into her palms. His hips flexed as she took him with both hands. God, it felt good. Every time she touched him, it felt so good.

Hanging on to the last vestige of his control, he caught her bottom lip between his teeth and shuddered as her hand twisted over the head of his cock. Her skin was like satin against his and it reminded him of just how soft the rest of her body was.

“Allie . . .” His fist clenched in her hair and he took her mouth in a bruising kiss, starved to have any part of her in his mouth.

“Squeeze me,” he whispered hoarsely. Her hand tightened around him. “Again.”

Allie squeezed and her hands stroked down his shaft. His breath grew louder and harsher and his hips rocked uncontrollably. He was completely at her mercy as his hard length slid through her fists, her hands slick from his arousal.