“Always, Nico,” she managed, her hands wrapping behind his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Kiss me, Nico,” she whispered before stretching up on her toes to reach his mouth. Danni broke the kiss, pressing the netsuke into his large palm before dropping to her knees in front of him, her cheek to his erection. “No others, Nico,” she whispered as she pulled open his belt, carefully taking the zipper over his skin. “Mine,” she said aloud just before engulfing him in her warm mouth.
Danni knew instinctively to back off several times, felt him surging between her lips when she pulled away, sitting back on her heels. “Nico, one stipulation,” she said, her fingers keeping him alive in her palm. “I thought maybe…Severillo or Cirino for the olive label?”
“No, Danni, the olive grove is yours, along with the business and all its pros and cons. It’s Cirillo olive oil, a gift to my bride.” His strong hands pulled her up the length of his body, his mouth to hers. “In memory of Matteo,” he whispered, feeling her quake against him. Pulling back, he used his thumb to wipe away a stray tear rolling down her cheek.
“There’s something else I have to share with you. Do you remember Tia Maria mentioning the letters between your mother and my father?” He nodded. He’d forgotten all about them. “I have them. I’d like you to read them, too.”
“All right, but why specifically? They should have remained private.”
“Matteo left them to me with a note that I should read them, to gain perspective. And mostly so we never let others separate us.” He gave her his dark smile, the one she knew so well, sending heat to her lower lips, her nipples budding.
“You realize if they had gotten together we’d be brother and sister!”
“Yes, ironic, isn’t it? But there was so much love between them. They cared so deeply for each other and the land. They understood both, Nico. He wanted me to read them so we wouldn’t let others come between us. He saw the relationship between us, understood we’d most likely become lovers at some point. Matteo basically gave us his blessing, not wanting us to be separated by any other outside influences. Your mother was of the same mind.” She drew a breath, a small frown crossing her brow, adding, “And if they had gotten together, I wouldn’t have been in the picture at all. Matteo wouldn’t have adopted me. He’d have had children with Angelina, your sisters. That would have made me extraneous!”
“Never!” he said all too seriously, not wanting to admit her words were correct.
Danni ruffled his hair, knowing he hated it. “My dark dragon, we can’t change history, only the future.”
“I agree. I’ll read their letters because it’s important to us. But first,” he said, quickly dropping before her, working her jeans down her legs, his mouth to her moist heat, his sigh a recognition of contentment. In the fields, they reunited, body and soul. Severino wines would always be his business. Cirillo olive oil would be hers. She’d keep the Cirillo name to honor Matteo. Not that they wouldn’t share both, but it gave them each an independence that strengthened their union.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Having been born and raised Long Island, New York, my husband and I were both eager to leave the urban lifestyle behind and explore our futures.
Our new rural setting allows us to enjoy time together and give me guiltless hours in my imagination indulging my other passion.
When I realized my works consistently tended toward the erotic, I gave myself permission to explore places I might not venture in real life.
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