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and just as scary, to participate in this vehicular dance of cars as we continue further into the town. Enzo navigates the drive effortlessly. It’s at times like this, when his Italian-ness is on display, that I fall under his spell all over again.
    We continue driving until we reach a sweet little creamy stucco house, perched on a hill, overlooking a stunning view. It looks as though it could tumble down and fall into the sea at any moment, as does the entire town. I stand outside, enjoying the scenery, while Enzo collects our things.
    He moves to stand behind me. “Do you like it here?”
    “Of course, it’s breathtaking. The ocean looks like a deep turquoise jewel from up here.”
    “We’ll go down there and eat near the beach. We’ll explore every part of this town.” He takes my hand and leads me to the house. “But now, we must start by exploring each other.”
    I giggle. “Yes, andiamo.”
    “Mmm, I love it when you speak Italian.”
    “I’m in Italia. I should speak Italian, no?”
    He throws his head back and laughs again. “I do believe Checca and I have corrupted you, because you sounded very Italian just then, my love.”
    “If this is what corruption feels like, I like it.”
    We walk into the house. I’m immediately struck by how simple it is. I would go so far as to call it quaint. It’s no luxury villa, but a small place, with terracotta tiles and creamy yellow, stucco walls. The white furniture looks lived in and comfortable. All around, windows look out onto spectacular views and a large door opens out onto an outdoor eating space.
    “I wanted something simple – a place where we could relax and just enjoy each other,” my husband explains.
    “I love it, Enzo. It’s sweet.”
    He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “When I’m here with you in Italy, my stress goes and my worries retreat. It amazes me the effect you have on me.”
    Laughing, I tell him, “It’s likely the effect of Italy, but I will accept that.”
    Enzo turns me around. “No, Ava, it’s you. I’ve been to Italy a thousand times in the past decade, and although I love it here, I was never able to let go and really enjoy myself. Having you in my life changed everything.”
    Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine, opening my mouth with his tongue. It’s a delicious feeling. I lean into his body, inhaling his masculine scent. As his hands slide down the length of my body, I have an instant desire to get naked with the man.
    I break away momentarily. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
    Enzo doesn’t respond and simply nuzzles my neck, pushing me against the large, wooden dining-room table. The power of his kiss intensifies as he presses firmly against me. I move my hands down and stroke the erection begging to be released from his pants.
    His breathy voice fills my ears, “I want you here.”
    Unzipping my pants, he pushes and pulls at them in a frenzied passion. His hands find his way up inside my blouse to squeeze my breasts, eliciting a small murmur of pleasure from my lips. I yank his pants down, pushing them away with my feet as he kicks out of them. I want them off and him inside me.
    I throw my head back and enjoy the sensation of my hardened nipples in his hot mouth. I tug my panties down, desperately wanting to feel him inside me. Enzo pulls me closer and gently spreads my legs. Grabbing his erection, I guide it towards me, moving my hips in an attempt to pull him in. He enters in one move, grinding slowly against my flesh. His eyes lock onto mine and I am his, completely. Enzo’s movements increase in speed and strength, our bodies undulating in fluid, seamless motions. We know each other in this way. We were made for each other.
    “I am so happy because of you.” His words, so sweet and tender, wash over me like warm summer rain. I stroke his face in my hands as we continue to devour each other.
    “I’d do anything for you,” he whispers, “anything.”
    “I know.”
    Enzo