Page 29 of Nicoli

“Your sex life, yes. Not mine.”

“Seriously, though. Who? When? Where? How many times?”

I give her a wicked grin. “It’s a long story.”

“We have time,” she urges. Then, as if on cue, the waiter arrives at our table with the bottle of champagne. We sit in silence as we wait for him to pour our glasses, and I can practically hear Leandra’s thoughts racing, her gaze unwavering and filled with questions.

Once the waiter walks away, Leandra’s eyes widen with a muted demand for me to spill every last detail.

“It happened the summer after high school. Mrs. Del Rossa and I went to Tuscany for a few weeks just to get away from it all.” The golden bubbly tingles on my tongue as I recall the vivid memories of good food, great wine, and sensual nights spent under the Tuscan sky.

I smile shyly. “I met this couple—”

“A couple?”

“Yes. A couple. Imelda and Tommaso.”

“Oh, I love that name. Tommaso.”

“You have to shut up if you want to hear the story.”

She mimics zipping up her lips, then eases back in her chair.

“So, Imelda and I became friends. Good friends. She went sightseeing with me, and we laughed so much my stomach would hurt. It was just so freeing to be able to do things without the Del Rossa name hanging over my head.” I peer at Leandra from under my lashes. “Anyway, Imelda invited me to their villa for dinner one night. It was quaint and beautiful, safely tucked away within a vineyard.” My gaze drifts off into space as memories come flooding back, and my skin erupts in goosebumps as if it remembers, too. “We were drinking expensive wine, chatting, and laughing. The three of us just got along effortlessly. You know?”

“No. I don’t know, which is why I want you to talk faster.”

I laugh, my insides awake with butterflies born from memories. “After dinner, the three of us took a stroll outside in the vineyard. The night air was warm and scented with grape blossoms.”

“The perfect setting for romance,” Leandra says dreamily.

“To this day, I’m not sure if it was the Tuscan wine or the romantic atmosphere drawn from the summer night heat, the pink and orange sunset, and the enchanting grapevines. Maybe it was a little bit of it all rolled into one.” I close my eyes for a second, trying to bring back the feeling of warm air caressing my skin. “But I was high on whatever it was. All three of us were.” I take a sip of champagne to calm the flurry of emotions within me. “I remember laughing at something Imelda had said when suddenly Tommaso grabbed my hand, swirling me as if we were dancing. A cloud of dirt rose around our feet when he pulled me against him, his dark brown eyes boring into me with so much intensity it took my breath away.”

Leandra gasps. “Where was Imelda when this happened?”

“She stepped up behind me and rested her hands on my hips. There was no need to read the room—or in this case, the vineyard—to know what they were proposing.”

“God, I need more details.” Leandra empties her glass of champagne and doesn’t wait for the waiter to refill her glass, pouring herself another one. “Every last detail.”

I snicker and look down at the pristine white tablecloth. The memory feels so real, as if the ghost of Tomasso’s fingertips still lingers on my skin. Shivers travel down my body as I think of how he gently smoothed his hand down my side, my hip, lifting my leg as he leaned into me, letting me feel his hard cock against my wet sex. I uncross and cross my legs under the table. “Let’s just say that her words set off a chain of events that made that the best night of my life.”

“What words? What did she say?”

Sensual flashbacks have me clenching my thighs and shifting in my seat. “She said, ‘Let us make love to you,bella.’ And Tommaso, his lips were inches from mine when he whispered, ‘Just for tonight.’”

“Sweet Lord.” Leandra’s cheeks flush, and judging by the heat in my veins, I’m pretty sure mine do, too. The waiter walks up to us, ready to take our order, when she dismisses him with a single wave. “Not now.”

I burst out laughing, loving how entranced she is and how good it feels to finally share this with someone.

“The next thing I knew, all three of us were standing naked in the vineyard, and we were all wrapped up in each other. I was so high on adrenaline, now that I’m thinking back, it all seems like a vivid dream.”

“You lost your virginity in a vineyard?”

“Not technically in a vineyard on the dirt ground. Somehow, we managed to make our way back to the villa, and I remember how nervous I became when Tommaso backed me up against the edge of the bed. Imelda noticed and asked me what was wrong, and when I told them that I’d never had sex before, I swear the desire in their eyes intensified threefold.”

Leandra leans forward, placing her elbows on the table, and practically begs for more details. “What happened next?” Her voice is lower now, huskier.

“They spoke to each other in Italian, and Imelda suggested I watch them first. I was transfixed while watching Tommaso caress and kiss her, how their bodies moved in the same rhythm, like a perfectly choreographed dance. Imelda’s back would arch off the bed, Tommaso’s toned ass flexing, the lean muscles in his back curving and rippling as he made love to her on lavender sheets.”

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