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.Castello Giovanni Vineyards&Amore Mio ~ Winery and Inn“The sign turned out magnifico.” Admiration laced his tone.“And?” Tracy added, hunting for a compliment.“And you were right.We needed a new sign.” He leaned over the center console, placing a sweet kiss to the sensitive slope near her ear.“Two of my most intimate treasures now live beyond these impenetrable walls.My woman and my wine.”A smile flushed her cheeks.“I love it when you call me that.”“My woman.” His lips brushed against her neck, pulling a shaky gasp from her throat.Vincent sunk his teeth into her shoulder and growled, “My love.”She nuzzled into the warmth of his neck, inhaling his sunny scent as she caressed the side of his face.“Let’s go home, Vincent.”“Si`,” he simmered, throwing the car into drive.“Let’s go home.I’m taking you to bed.”They had been in Colorado for two weeks boxing up her belongings.It had been the busiest months of their lives and it was just the beginning.Renovations were already in full swing, starting with the commons areas in both properties.Castello Giovanni would remain the backbone of production and facilitate the up and coming changes for the creation of their new Super Wine.Visitors would soon be able to visit and learn the essence of making wine on a personal level.However, Amore Mio Winery would act as the crown jewel, hosting lavish weddings on the terrace, intimate jazz nights under the stars, superb culinary classes, and so much more.After freshening up after the long flight, Tracy sauntered down the grand hallway wearing a pair of jaguar print pumps.The knotted bow detail on the t-strap of her heels was her only adornment.She didn’t have to call out for him, Tracy knew exactly where Vincent would be.The wine cellar.Renovations had been completed when they were in Colorado.Quietly making her way down the steps cut from thick slabs of stone, Tracy was hit with an array of earthy scents lingering in the enclosed stairwell.She carefully held to the handrail as her eyes drifted shut, drawing in the smoky bouquet of charred oak, mixed with hints of vanilla, roasted nuts and caramel.The familiar traces swathed over her like a plush blanket of comfort.Reaching the bottom step, Tracy peeked around the corner searching for Vincent in the shadows of the dimly lit cellar.She slipped into the room, quietly making her way past several rows of oak barrels.Catching sight of Vincent’s tall form meandering out from the racks of wine, Tracy came to a halt beneath the center of the arched ceiling, watching as he made his way to the tasting area.A smile pricked her lips, watching the worry ease from his shoulders as he stood at the bar opening a bottle of wine.He’d been in a hurry to get back to Italy, wanting to see the finishing touches of the room he now considered his pride and joy.Tracy had given him free reign on design of the wine cellar, with a few delicate suggestions and nudges when it came to décor.Quietly, she continued, sneaking up behind him in a stealth-like manner.Her heart was pounding so hard, she thought for sure he would hear her coming.Standing directly behind him, Tracy jut her one foot off to his side, pointing the toe of her jaguar print pump.His head bent, twisting to the side, taking in the shoe.The sound of his sensual low groan filtered through the room.“I have something for you.” Her voice was smooth like silk, laced with traces of lust, as she draped one hand over his shoulder.His mask dangled from the tip of her fingers.She could feel the reverberation of hard running emotions course through his body.Without turning, he took the mask from her hand and held it to his face.Tracy obliged, tying the ribbon in a bow at the back of his head.She smoothed her hands down his back to the narrow of his waist, curling her fingers into the fabric of his shirt.Pangs of excitement rushed her body.“May I turn around now?” he asked.“Si`.” Tracy’s voice was nothing more than an ache of whisper.He turned, slowly taking in every inch of her naked body.She saw his throat jump when he saw she was wearing her mask.“You are so beautiful.” With painstaking deliberateness, his hands skimmed over her skin, slowly making their way to her face.He cradled her jaw for a moment.Vincent’s gaze never left her masked eyes.Gently, he dragged his fingers into the mass of her hair, gripping her skull.“All of the months we were torn apart…somehow it all seems worth it now.Do you understand why I say this?”Tracy smiled.Her lip trembled holding back a deluge of emotions.“Everything happens for a reason.This is our fate.”The amber light accentuated his sharp features, but shone brightly on the pools gathering in his eyes behind the thin black mask.He lifted her chin, placing a kiss to one side of her mouth, working his way to the other.She opened as he licked into her mouth, their tongues dancing slowly to the music of their souls.His hands coasted to her hips.He lifted her with ease, sitting her on the marble bar top.Tracy couldn’t help it, she couldn’t hold back her tears of happiness.Vincent stood, wedged between her thighs, his eyes roaming over her.He gathered her hands in his, kissing each knuckle and admiring her engagement ring.Subtle quakes reverberated down her spine as he brushed the hair from her neck.Vincent handed her a glass of wine and raised his into the open space between them.“To the future?” Vincent proposed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]