All The Way (The Sarah Kinsely Story - Book #1) by C.J. Berry Page B

were sympathetic at first but as soon as they did their research on me and found out who I was, they tried to milk me for everything that I was worth. It was painful and I ended up paying twice what I should have, but it was worth it. I just wish I could have done something more with it.”
    “What’s stopping you?”
    He took my hands into his and brought his face directly in front of mine.
    He said, “It needs a feminine touch. This is my mother’s vineyard, not mine. I tried to hire a company to come in and take care of it but they just didn’t care about the property, not like my mother did. I need a woman to help me, a woman who would care for it like I did.”
    Part of me felt a sudden rise of pressure form between us. I had dated a guy with “mommy issues” before and it didn’t end well. Still, it was hard for a girl not to get wrapped up in the moment of it all. The beautiful view, the handsome man, the potential to pour myself into a project where the only motivation behind it would be love. I sighed at the prospect of it all.
    “I’m sorry.” He said.
    “For what?”
    “I don’t mean to put pressure on you like that. I have never taken anyone here before, not like this, and I guess I just got caught up in the moment.”
    “I guess you have gotten used to me asking who else you have tried this move on before, huh?” I smiled on the outside but felt a twinge of guilt on the inside knowing that as soon as the words had left his mouth he felt a need to check himself.
    I said, “Listen Aiden, don’t be sorry for being yourself. Never, ever, never be sorry for being yourself.” I touched his stubbled face with my hand and looked at him.
    “Sarah, I need you more than you could possibly ever know.” And he leaned in to kiss me.
    Our lips met. He cradled my head with both of his hands and pulled me deeper into his lips. I ran my hands across his chest, exploring, feeling, touching. He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me close. His body was solid, and his arms wrapped around me entirely. I felt safely tucked away.
    I wanted to give myself to him right there in the gazebo. I could see in my mind’s eye the two of us naked, passionately intertwining our bodies, our lives, our selves on that hill overlooking the beautiful wine country of Oregon. I imagined what he might feel like inside of me, pressing his body weight against my naked skin. I imagined the cool grass tickling my ass as he thrust himself deeper and deeper until my body gave way and we both climaxed. The thought caused a deep heat to well up between my legs and his voice snapped me out of the fantasy.
    “I should get you back.”
    Aiden was now sitting erect, half holding me. Something was wrong.
    I agreed that it was getting late in the afternoon and we probably should start heading home. My mind was confused. Was it something I did? Was I too involved in my own fantasy to give him what he wanted? How bad did I just mess up?
    I wanted him like I had never wanted a man before. It was so much more than the physical. I wanted to be something special to him. I wanted to fill that hole in his heart that was so evidently needing a woman’s tender care.
    What had started out as an attempt at rebound sex was quickly becoming something more. I was sliding into his world and I didn’t want out. As we packed the picnic into his car I realized that if I wanted to see him again I had to let him know. I had to do something that I had never had to do for a guy before. Something big. Something that painted a clear enough picture that even a man would understand its meaning.
    I had just the thing in mind.

Chapter 9
    The first few moments we were back at his place were terribly dull.
    We sat in the library again, trying to make small talk. All the while we burned for each other. He kept roaming my body with his eyes and I kept touching his arm. An outside observer may have screamed, “ Just do it already! ” but we were two people too involved