“I’d love to meet them one day.” I meant it. To see Enzo with his family, in his element, created a longing that I couldn’t deny. But this week was for me, Allegra, and Mom, and it was important that I keep my focus. “Why do I think our mothers would love each other?”

“Oh, they would. They’d probably arrange our wedding right away.” I jerked back a little, but he laughed, running a finger down my cheek. “Just kidding. Well, kind of. You haven’t met my mama.”

I stole another kiss, lingering a bit and relishing his delicious male scent, which I’d missed. “Come in. I’ll show you where you’re staying.” He quirked a brow. “Where your luggage will be,” I corrected, trying not to blush.

For God’s sakes, I was in my midforties—I shouldn’t be blushing when inviting a man to stay over.

I shook my head at his wink as he grabbed an overnight bag from the car and followed me in. Allegra and Mom were in the kitchen, making more lemonade, and I loved the way they hugged and kissed him hello, like greeting an old friend.

“I heard you were taking us to Lucca on a mini tour,” my mother said. “Aren’t you getting tired of schlepping us around Italy?”

“Never. You are my all-time favorite tourists,” he vowed, placing a hand over his heart. “I love the idea of showing you my home. Lucca is a beautiful medieval city surrounded by walls to protect our secrets. I appreciate your allowing me to crash your family time.”

“We’re happy to see you,” Allegra said. A rush of gratitude shot through me. Her honest welcome helped make his visit more of a celebration.

“I’m going to show Enzo upstairs, and then we can relax for a while before heading out.”

I led him to the adorable loft, which had a fabulous view and a decent-size full bed. He dropped the bag at his feet, turned around, and pulled me into his arms, holding me tight against his body.

Then he kissed me. Again and again, his tongue plunging between my lips, hungry for mine. I thrust my fingers into his hair and fell into the embrace, my body recognizing his and opening up in welcome. Slowly, he slid me back down, dragging my breasts against his hard chest until my toes hit the floor.

“Now I can get through the rest of the day,” he teased, his thumb sliding over my slick lower lip. “I need my mind clear for the tour.”

I tossed him a mischievous grin. “I’ll give you a better tour later. In my bedroom.”