Elena had seen the master suite before, of course, but she hadn’t come in here since Alessandro had taken it for his own. She wondered, as she watched him snap his fingers and bring to life the pillar candles that stood sentry on the large dresser against one wall, whether this would be their room now, whether he’d want to share it with her every day, or whether they’d still keep up the fiction of separate bedrooms until they found a place of their own.
He kissed her again, and then began to unbutton her shirt, fingers working their way down until he exposed her breasts, curving above the pretty ivory bra with its accents of black lace. She didn’t know why she’d worn her nice underthings today, but she was glad of them, glad she hadn’t put on her plain old white cotton bra and panties. Br
