Back The Summer Villa
Chapters (67)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Praise
  4. About the Author
  5. Booklist
  6. Dedication
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Chapter 23
  31. Chapter 24
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Chapter 34
  42. Chapter 35
  43. Chapter 36
  44. Chapter 37
  45. Chapter 38
  46. Chapter 39
  47. Chapter 40
  48. Chapter 41
  49. Chapter 42
  50. Chapter 43
  51. Chapter 44
  52. Chapter 45
  53. Chapter 46
  54. Chapter 47
  55. Chapter 48
  56. Chapter 49
  57. Chapter 50
  58. Chapter 51
  59. Chapter 52
  60. Chapter 53
  61. Chapter 54
  62. Chapter 55
  63. Chapter 56
  64. Chapter 57
  65. Chapter 58
  66. Epilogue
  67. Acknowledgments

“I’d rather show you,” he replied mysteriously, continuing to lead her along. The pair walked along the streets beneath the olive trees, meandering off the main drag until a cliffside hotel just above Spiaggia Grande, the main beach, came into view.

Annie didn’t catch the name of it, not that she had much of a chance to, as Harry started to lead her down some steps cut into the side of the rock toward the beach.

She could hear the water lapping against the shore as they got closer to the sand.

“Take off your shoes,” he urged, as he began to slide his feet out of his own. He hooked them over his fingers and offered her the other hand for stability as Annie removed her heels.

Once off, she hooked the straps over her own fingers as they walked onto the sand. Thankfully, unlike Fornillo, the beach was less rocky underfoot and the damp grains immediately worked their way between her toes.

The cool water caressed their feet as they walked hand in hand along the shoreline. The usually packed beach was silent with no one around, only the faint noises from the hotels and restaurants up above.

Annie smiled headily. Now that she’d hit the air, the wine was very definitely affecting her.

He stopped then and turned to face her, pulling her into his arms. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to get you alone?”

Annie laughed lustfully. “And why’d you want to get me alone?”

He brushed an errant strand of hair from her face. “Why wouldn’t I want to have the most gorgeous woman in Italy all to myself?”

She had to laugh. “In all of Italy, huh?”

His hand slid around her waist and then up behind her neck as he pulled her closer, molding her to his body. “More than just Italy, even,” he whispered before his lips met hers.

The water cooled her feet as the rest of Annie’s body automatically started to ignite.

Annie. Control yourself.

She could hear the words in her head but they didn’t seem to be getting any further than that as she kissed him back.

She didn’t want to take control. She knew it was fast, but she was really falling for this guy. No, she’d already fallen. Hard.

“OK,” she said breathlessly when their lips finally parted. She leaned her forehead against his chest. “This is...intense.”

“What d’you mean?” he asked, kissing her neck.

“This is just a holiday thing, yeah?” she said, between kisses.

“Don’t worry about that now,” he replied and Annie groaned as he kissed her neck again. “Right now you’re here with me and that is the only place my mind is. I really wish you’d just be here with me.”

Her eyes drifted back up to his face. “I don’t want to be anywhere else,” she said, desire overwhelming her.