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filled with quality and fine things like eating well, bike riding and drinking wines overlooking vistas as beautiful as anything she’d ever seen. With several from Jameson’s Team considering their options for SEAL retirement, she wouldn’t mind it if Jameson also felt the calling to return here. Nick and Devon had paved the way, and now, one by one, Kyle’s old squad was turning in their body armor for wine glasses and work gloves. Zak and Amy were from here, and with them caretaking the vineyard the team was trying to negotiate, Lizzie figured she’d bone up on the wine industry. If she couldn’t get a teaching job, perhaps she’d take a job working a tasting room or doing wine sales while Jameson was on deployment.
    She fell into a light sleep, the rise and fall of his chest lulling her to sleep.
    What could be better? Lying in a tub with the man I love and only a night filled with love ahead of us? More champagne, an intimate dinner, perhaps naked by the fireplace? Some wonderful red claret or port and a nibble on cheese and fruit before turning in? I have truly died and gone to Heaven, she thought as she drifted off.
    She awoke when Jameson began pouring the warm scented water at her neck, while gently massaging the lavender scrub over her chest, careful to slowly wash every millimeter of her pink skin beneath his powerful hands. She raised her chin as his long fingers descended lower and found her nub, squeezing the petals of her sex, and then rimming her opening, coaxing in her the electric buzz down her spine that set everything pulsing. Just looking at him turned her on, but the feel of his nimble fingers and powerful low rumble in his chest when he liked something he was touching, was even better.
    “I wish we could stay here forever, Jameson.”
    “Mmm. Me too, my love.”
    “Not just in this tub, but I like it here. I like San Diego, but nothing has touched me like North Carolina until I came here. This is truly heaven itself.”
    “I know what you mean. We’d still have our southern roots, but I think I could manage it out here. Of course, I’d have to be something other than a soldier.”
    “A winery owner?”
    “You know, Devon has warned us about this. It’s touch and go for at least seven or eight years. Owning a winery looks better and more glamorous than it is in reality. Lots of work and lots of expenses for years until it starts to pay off.”
    “Except you can’t buy one already set up, Jameson, or at least one you could afford. So, we’re young. All you guys are young. You already work hard now and don’t get paid nearly what you’re worth.”
    He quickly washed off the scrub and then turned her face to kiss the side of her mouth. “I’m going to have to do something with those lips. You talk too much, sweetheart.”
    She giggled, and she heard his low guttural groan. She could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back. She leaned forward, pivoted on her butt and faced him in the tub, placing her calves up over his shoulders.
    “I talk too much? Really?”
    “You do,” he said as he looked for and found her opening. He brought himself to crouching position. “I’m going to dive for buried treasure, my dear. Try not to scream or we’ll wake the people enjoying the pool below, okay?”
    “Jameson!” But she couldn’t remember what else she was going to say because he’d dipped his whole head under water, his lips and tongue pressing and sucking her sex. She leaned back, raising her hips, and then bracing her body with her arms at the sides of the tub as he continued to plunder her.
    “Now that’s my kind of diving,” he said when he came up for air. His brown hair hung partially over his forehead, shedding lavender bubble foam. She matched his body position, coming to her knees to face him.
    “Seriously, Jameson,” she said as she rubbed the salt scrub on his chest, then lower until his body disappeared into the warm water. He was watching her eyes, not