After a full three minutes where we simply basked in the deep, embracing warmth of our love, he pulled back. ‘Would you like to see it?’
‘Yes, please.’
He took my hand, held it all through the tour, until we reached a giant door. Then he released me to throw it wide open.
The space was cavernous. And empty. Except for the large spotlit object in the middle of the warehouse.
A few steps in and I recognised the shape.
I gasped. ‘Is this what I think it is?’
Without answering he walked me to it, then reached for the heavy dark gold cloth covering it.
Cesare unveiled it with a flourish and tossed the cloth away. ‘Meet the final prototype of Furia “Elena”.’
My hand darted to my mouth, whether to cover my quivering lips or my shocked delight, I wasn’t sure. ‘Elena?’
‘Maddelena felt too long and naming it after myself felt entirely too pompous…’ he said with a grin.
I walked around the supercar, my eyes growing wider until I was scared it would pop out of my head. Every line and feature was exquisite.
‘Congratulations. It’s utterly gorgeous, Cesare.’
His head dipped in a momentary motion of modesty. ‘Grazii, bedda.’
I joined him at the front, laying my hands on his chest. ‘And thank you for naming her after me. I’m hopelessly honoured.’ Rising on my tiptoes, I touched my mouth to his.
And just like that, the arousal that had taken a temporary backseat beneath the awe of his words and deeds came roaring back.
‘I would very much like to celebrate your introduction to your namesake.’
My eyebrows shot up and I glanced from the car to his face and back, thrilling to the idea with shameless haste. ‘Wait, we’re not going to damage it, are we?’ It would be a shame to wreck his beautiful creation.
‘It’s much sturdier than it looks. Besides, it’s a prototype. That’s what it’s here for, to test its resilience.’
I giggled. ‘So I’m really a crash test dummy of sorts?’
He winked. ‘The most beautiful one I’ve ever seen.’ He kissed the corner of my mouth as he tugged on the tie to my wraparound dress. It shimmied off my shoulders with barely a wriggle, pooling at my feet.
Stepping back, he stared down at me and groaned. ‘Cristu. You get impossibly more beautiful every day.’
The squirming returned too.
I wanted him, desperately,everywhere. His eyes turned inferno hot as he accurately read my urgent need. With the deftflick of his hand, my bra was unhooked and on the floor. ‘Hard and fast,caru meu?’
‘Pi favuri,’ I answered.
Predictably, his eyes darkened at my answer. Cesare loved me speaking the language of our heritage, especially in moments like this.
He caught my hands and gently nudged me back until my calves touched the low bumper of the sports car. Another nudge and I perched on the hood.
The carbon fibre was cool against my ass but the goosebumps it spread over my skin felt delicious, plus it cooled me down long enough for me not to climb my husband like a tree.
‘Lie back, baby. Let me drink in this incredible sight.’
I propped one hand behind me and he groaned when my breasts thrust up. Every inch of my body was Cesare’s playground, but my breasts remained his personal obsession. Once I was settled on the black hood, I waited for the next instruction.
‘Arms above your head,’ he croaked.
