“You are so smooth, Hunter!” I scolded him as we headed out to get the bike.
“I was just telling her the truth,” he said. “I think we should come back here, and book the same room every year – then spend the night fucking.”
“You’re such a romantic.”
“Yeah, I know, baby.”
Sebastian’s motorcycle had survived the night. I pulled on the now familiar black helmet and settled myself onto the seat, enjoying the comforting smell of old leather, with my thighs pressed into Sebastian. I’d almost go so far as to say I felt comfortable – although a car with a roof and doors also had a lot to be said for it. Hmm, hot, steamy car-sex with Sebastian. On the other hand, now beds had been invented…
We headed out of town and southeast along the coastal road, burning out of Pisa and racing into the sun.
I wrapped my arms around Sebastian’s waist and thought what a difference a day can make. Yesterday, I’d been unhappy and abandoned. Today… well, it was the start of the rest of my life.
The campsite I’d found was just an hour from Pisa, outside the village of Polveroni. The Mediterranean stretched before us and the sun heated the sea gently. Better still, from Sebastian’s perspective, long breakers rolled in, providing perfectly rideable waves of between three and four feet.
His eyes lit up at the surf barreling up the beach, and just when I thought the day couldn’t get any better, we saw a shop with boards to rent.
“Game on!” he said to himself.
We parked the mean machine and Sebastian practically sprinted inside, talking animatedly with the owner. He returned a few minutes later with a battered longboard, a huge beach towel, and a pair of garish board shorts.
“Hey, Chief! You’re in danger of doing color!” I teased him.
He smirked at me. “Yeah, well, it was all they had. Either that or I’d have to do it in the buff. What do you think, Caro, naked surfing?”
“It could catch on, or you could get arrested. But I’m telling you, Sebastian, if you do get arrested and I don’t get laid tonight, I’m going to be mighty pissed at you.”
He laughed delightedly.
“Now you’re talking. By the way, the guy in the shop said that he rents out rooms. He said it’s pretty basic – just a big, old bed and a small bathroom. But I thought it would be kind of cool to be able to hear the sea tonight. Is that okay?”
“Very okay.”
He grinned at me, but his smile slipped away as he gazed in horror at the sensible, navy-blue one-piece that I was holding in my hands. It was the swimsuit that I usually wore to the public pool.
“Wait,” said Sebastian, “that’s what you’re going to wear?”
“Yes, why?”
I stared at him, utterly baffled.
“Stay here.”
He strode off back towards the beach shop. He returned a few minutes later with a tiny bit of string and a few triangles of material and handed it to me.
“Here. Wear this.”
I held out the skimpy bikini. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It was barely big enough to cover my nipples, let alone anything else.
“I can’t wear that, Sebastian, there’s nothing to it! I’m forty, not twenty!”
“You’ll look amazing, Caro. I want every guy on the beach to know how hot my woman is.”
“I may as well go topless!”
His eyes heated, and a licentious expression appeared on his face. “Yeah, baby.”
I shook my head at him. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy in love,” he said, scooping me into a kiss that made my bones rattle.
“Fine, I’ll wear it,” I said, breathlessly.
He gave me a dark look that said I damn well would.
Jeez, he could be so bossy. Why was that hot?
Sebastian held up the beach towel to cover my modesty while I changed into the tiny bikini. Although ‘modesty’ and ‘tiny bikini’ in the same sentence didn’t really seem to be a good fit. A bit like the bikini. Whichever way I tugged it more flesh than seemed acceptable was exposed.
“I can’t wait to take that off you,” he whispered in my ear.
“Sex or surfing, Sebastian?”