His eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? Do they have them in San Diego?”
“I can see what you’re thinking, Hunter, and the answer is no way!”
He narrowed his eyes and then with a lascivious leer, leaned towards me. He ran his finger down my throat, over my T-shirt, between my breasts and all the way down to my stomach.
“You sure about that?”
My eyelids fluttered closed. I couldn’t remember what my reasoning was.
Suddenly he swore. “Fuck!”
A police officer was walking towards us.
He tapped on my window and I rolled it down. If he’d been two minutes earlier… I really didn’t want to think about that.
“May I see your license, please, ma’am?”
He was stocky, in his fifties, and had a weathered face that was not unkind.
“Yes! Yes, of course!”
I reached over to the back seat to grab my purse. I felt a little shaky; Sebastian just looked pissed.
The officer glanced at my ID and then over at Sebastian. “You from the Base, too, son?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hmm, well. This is private property. So you and Mrs. Wilson should find somewhere else to… park.”
“Yes, sir. We’ll do that. Thank you, sir.”
The officer handed me back my license and watched while we buckled ourselves in and I drove off.
Sebastian blew out a long gust of air and grinned at me.
“That was so embarrassing,” I whined.
He laughed and shook his head. “It was worth it.”
“Where shall we go now?” I said, still feeling grumpy.
“Somewhere we can get some food.”
“You’re hungry again?”
He gave me a wicked smile. “Sure! It must be all the… exercise.”
I slapped his leg. “You are a bad influence!”
“Yeah, baby, but you love it.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
I drove us back to the I-5 and then took a turning towards Mission Beach, heading north up the coast road until Sebastian told me to pull over.
“There’s a place here we can get some food,” he said, quietly. “This cove is real pretty: we could just sit and chill for a while.”
“Sounds great,” I said smiling at him. “Although I’m more thirsty than hungry.”
“You should eat something,” he said seriously.
I just adored the way he tried to look after me – so, so sweet.
“Okay, I’ll have a sandwich. Anything, whatever they’ve got.”
I wandered down the steps to the small cove and cautiously laid out the picnic blanket as near to the concrete steps as possible, without being so close that people would actually trip over me.
It was soothing being by the ocean. I imagined how blissful it would be to hear the sound of the waves rolling in until they were as familiar as breathing. I felt so full of hope for the future – I hadn’t even realized it had been missing from my life until Sebastian had opened my eyes.
I didn’t need to turn around to recognize his quiet footsteps coming down behind me. He had a bottle of water and a can of Coke in one hand, and two packages of sandwiches in the other. He flopped down next to me with a grin and kissed my shoulder.
“Tuna or BLT?”
“Tuna, please.”
He handed me the package and I took a huge bite. It was freshly made and very good.
“Hungry?” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“Must be all the exercise,” I said, glaring back with my mouth full.
He laughed and unwrapped his own sandwich.
He finished before me, of course, and pulled off his T-shirt to lean back on his elbows and soak up the sun. His smooth skin gleamed in the sunlight, utterly distracting me from finishing my sandwich. I ran my eyes over his flat stomach and muscled chest and decided I’d much rather eat him.
I laid the remains of the sandwich to one side and pushed him down onto the picnic blanket.
His eyes flashed open in surprise and then he let out a long sigh as I kissed his chest and teased his nipples with my tongue. Mmm. He tasted way better than any old sandwich, no matter how freshly made.