An Italian Dream

She kissed him. Sliding her leg between his, she manoeuvred herself closer. His tongue flicked against hers and his hand ducked beneath her top, smoothing across her bare skin to her lacy bra.

‘You deal in property, right?’ she asked between kisses.

He nodded. His hand remained beneath her top, caressing, making it difficult for her to put her thoughts into words. He left kisses on her neck, travelling along her collarbone to the top of her breasts.

‘Perhaps you can give me some advice about buying on Capri.’

‘You want a place for yourself?’ His voice was muffled against her skin.

‘It’s a thought. You suggested investing. I’m not sure about uprooting myself completely; I don’t think my son would thank me for that when he’s happy at school with his friends, but a second home. Or two’ – she smiled – ‘might be a smart move.’

‘I will be happy to help you find the perfect place.’ He took her hand and pulled her from the depths of the love seat. He grinned as he started to lead her towards the villa. ‘But not tonight. Stasera è per amore.’