Her smile spread, filling her eyes with an impish light as she took a long draw from the glass. "I'm going to have to slow down," Chloe admitted, placing it back on the table and crossing her arms comfortably over her knee. "Unless, of course, you're goal is to get me drunk and then ravish me in the vineyard." The warmth of the sun made sweat-slicked bodies shine. Soft moans, gasps, even prayers punctured birdsong as pleasure mounted.