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either side of her head, leaning in. Her delectable body warmed and excited him. Moving one hand to her head, he plunged his fingers into her heavy golden-red hair to cradle her scalp. Her velvety brown eyes turned a shade he’d call whiskey. Which, he thought idly, was appropriate. Her scent and heat were intoxicating.
    As he lowered his mouth to her throat, she slid a hand up his chest. A shot of lust and adrenaline jabbed from the point of contact directly to his groin. His sac drew up tight against his body as his cock answered the action with a throbbing pulse of blood. Laying his lips on her throat, he carefully held the rest of his body away.
    God, his attraction to Jac had been strong the day he’d first met her. Now, it was off the charts. He didn’t want to frighten her. He was startled enough at his reaction to her nearness.
    She tasted of honey and heaven as he nibbled his way along the tendons in her neck, nipping and licking from her shoulder to just below her ear. Her skin was smoother than a twelve-year-old scotch and twice as heady. His world spun like a centrifuge on high.
    Angling her head slightly, she brought her mouth into proximity of his lips. With next to no effort, he claimed them. At first, just a tiny brush, but on his second taste he discovered her lips had parted. He wasted no time dipping his tongue in the slick, hot opening. If his eyes hadn’t closed, they might have rolled back in his head.
    One of her hands reached to cup his cheek while the other dropped to his belt loop and her fingers clung there. With the tiniest of jerks, she pulled him close, moaning softly as his erection pressed into her. He groaned in response and circled his hips, rubbing against her with abandon.
    A loud burst of laughter, coming from the direction of the vineyard, interrupted them. Luke pulled away, tugging on Jac’s hair as he did.
    “Ow.”
    “Sorry. Someone’s coming.” He smoothed a tangled strand, the texture soft and silky.
    “Talk about incredibly bad timing,” Jac muttered. She straightened from her spot on the trunk of the tree. “It sounds like FIG and his friends.”
    The laughter grew louder. “Fig?”
    He jumped when she pulled the water bottle from his back pocket.
    She unscrewed the cap before she replied, “Yeah. There were so many of the insurance agents, I kind of gave them nicknames, to keep them straight. Flirty Insurance Guy sat across from us at dinner. Boisterous Insurance Guy and Daddio Insurance Guy, BIG and DIG, were at the end of the table by Marcus. And Steve was on your left.” Her voice was husky, almost smoky, and filled with humor.
    She took a drink from the bottle and all Luke could think of was her lips on him.
    He blinked. “Steve?”
    “He’s the only one whose name didn’t start with ‘J.’ He was easier to remember.”
    “Ah.” God help him, Jac was not only beautiful, but witty as well. Her throat worked as she swallowed more water. Damn, he was having a hard time pulling his gaze away.
    Steps crunched on the gravel near them. The BIG, FIG, DIG dudes moved into view. Jac smoothed her sweater with a graceful motion. She took a step away, establishing a professional distance between them.
    “There you are, darlin’,” the heaviest guy called. Must be the flirty one . He continued in a singsong voice. “We’ve been searching for you.”
    “Well, you found me.” Jac’s voice remained pleasant, with just a hint of ‘oh, damn!’ in it.
    FIG leered at her. “Are you sure you don’t want to play on our team? We could use some artistic talent for the exercise tomorrow.”
    Luke clenched his fists and stepped toward the agents. No fucking way were they going to steal her from him. Assholes!
    Jac laid her hand on his arm, restraining him as she gestured to herself. “You are assuming I have creative talent. Probably not the smartest idea.” Without releasing her hold on Luke’s arm, she leaned forward. In a low voice, she said, “I completely lack