Victoria
The cellar door creaked open as Leo guided me down the stone steps into his private wine sanctuary beneath the villa. The temperature dropped noticeably, a welcome relief from the Mediterranean heat above, but my skin still prickled with heat that had nothing to do with the weather.
"I've been thinking about you all day," Leo murmured, his breath hot against my neck as he pressed me against the ancient stone wall. The rough texture scraped gently against my back through the thin fabric of my dress, a delicious contrast to the smooth warmth of his hands as they traveled up my sides.
After our reconciliation at the beach, the tension between us had transformed into something more primal, more urgent. Each glance, each "accidental" touch during dinner had wound the coil of
