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“It
’s true.”

“Put him on the phone then.”

“What?”

“I think you
’ve been without sex too long, Venzi. You’re hallucinating.”

I handed the phone to Sebastian. “She wants to talk to you.”

He took the phone, looking amused. “Hi, Nicole. This is Sebastian.”

I
saw him listening intently, a slight frown on his face. I wondered what on earth Nicole could be saying to him.

“You don
’t want me to use her?” he said, glancing towards me. “Well, Nicole, I was planning on taking her to bed and using her in ways that aren’t even mentioned in the Kama Sutra, but now you’ve told me that, I think I should go take a cold shower instead.”

I snatched the phone back
, glaring at him. Sebastian just smirked at me.

“Sorry about that
, Nic!”

There was a long silence at the other end.

“Nic?”

“Fuck me!
” she said, breathlessly. “Don’t be sorry, Lee. That is the hottest thing I’ve heard in years. He sounds like a sex machine! Look, I think you should write a sex manual with this guy, but you’ll have to take photographs… lots of photographs.”

I laughed. “I
’ll get back to you on that, Nic.”

At which point, restive and impatient,
Sebastian started untying the straps of my bikini. I tried to shoo his hands away, but it was awkward, what with trying to hold onto my phone and continue the conversation. I gasped as he tossed my bikini top onto the floor and massaged my nipples with his fingers.

“Oh my God, Lee! Are you guys doing it right now? Can you put the speakerphone on?”

“I’ll have to call you back, Nic,” I said, breathlessly.

I cut the call while she was still
yelling, and launched myself at Sebastian.

My
phone clattered to the floor, and one part of my brain was already assessing what damage that might have caused; but the greater part of my brain, by far, already had Sebastian stripped and ready for action. My fumbling fingers had to play catch up but, even so, my tackle had knocked him backwards onto the bed.

I
straddled him and pinned his wrists back with my hands, my mouth crushing his, my breasts forcing themselves into his chest.

He could easily have overpowered me, being about fifty times stronger than I was, but he seemed content to let me have my wicked way with him. I had some serious cat
ching up to do, and he had rain checks that needed cashing.

Our tongues were
gliding together, our teeth clashing, and I could feel Sebastian getting aroused beneath me.

He sat up suddenly, cradling his arms around my waist, as mine flew up in surprise. He kissed my neck, running his hot tongue over my throat.

“You taste like the sea,” he murmured, “and your skin smells like sunshine.”

He ran his fingers up my back, and let them tangle in my hair, pulling my face down to his.

“I want to be inside you, Caro.”

I smiled against his lips, and then rolled off him, scooting down to the bottom of the bed.

“Raise that glorious ass,” I said, tugging on the hem of his board shorts.

He grinned at me and lifted his hips off the bed. I
pulled off the shorts, threw them behind me, then sat back to enjoy the view.

His legs were long and tan
and muscled like a runner; his thighs and hips pale; and his rich, pubic hair was light brown. My eyes wandered up his body, taking in his erection that hovered above his tight, toned stomach, where his skin turned to gold again. He propped himself up on his elbows and smiled at me, his head on one side, as if he was asking what I found so fascinating.

“You
’re so beautiful, Sebastian. I love to look at you. I love to see you like this, when it’s just the two of us. Why does it feel so right?”

He shook his head slowly.

“Maybe it was just meant to be. I mean, shit, could we have had any more challenges thrown at us?”

I could think of one big challenge that we still had to face, but I refused to let that spoil the here and now.

“We’ve certainly had our share,” I sighed.

He sat up and held my cheek with his hand.

“Don’t be sad, Caro. We’ve got our second chance… or maybe we’re on our third… I kinda lost count already.”

“That is very true.
” I laughed lightly. “Now you seem to have a very desirable hard-on there, so what say we have some fun with that?”

“I
’m all yours.”

I grinned and jumped off the bed. “Are the condoms in your toiletry bag?”

“Yeah, baby.”

I rooted through the
overnight bag until I found what I was looking for.

“Sebastian, there
’s only one condom left in here,” I said, shaking the now empty box at him.

“Shit! You
’re kidding! Fuck, how did I… ah, crap. Give me that fucker – I’m going to make the most of it.”

“Oh no, Hunter,” I smiled, waving the foil packet at him, “this one is all mine.”

His eyes heated instantly and his cock twitched.

“Feeling a little needy, baby?” I said, continuing to tease him, as I walked around the bed.

“Fuck, Caro!”

He lunged for me but I danced away.

“Dear me, someone is impatient.”

“Yeah, very!” he said, sounding both amused and slightly annoyed.

I stood at the end of the bed.

“Would you like me to take these off?” I said,
tugging gently on the delicate laces of my bikini bottoms.

He nodded silently.

“Or maybe you’d like to take them off me?”

He swallowed and nodded again.

I climbed up from the foot of the bed and crawled all the way up him, the foil packet held in my teeth. I hovered above him and he reached down to untie first one, then the second ribbon, and the small strip of material fluttered to the floor.

I took the condom packet out of my mouth
while his right hand drifted up my thighs and his index finger slid inside, slowly massaging me. My eyes were locked on his: watching him, watching me, watching him.

Then he pushed another finger inside me, moving faster, and my breath began to come in short gasps.

“Come on, baby,” he said, his voice tight.

My body responded and I tried to push his hand away, not being able to take any more.

“No, baby,” he said softly, “you can take more.”

“I can
’t! I can’t!” I begged him, but he wouldn’t stop, and the most intense, demanding, draining orgasm arched my spine and made my body shudder, the tremors coursing through me like the aftershocks of an earthquake.

Because my legs were apart, still kneeling
across him, it seemed to go on and on and on.

I collapsed onto his chest, and I felt his fingers stroke my back, tracing my spine through my skin.

Gently, he rolled me onto my back, and kissed me across my neck and chest, sucking and tugging on my nipples with his teeth. My over-sensitized body responded quickly. It was as if the lightest touch sent a charge of electricity racing through me.

He
pushed up my knees and before my brain had caught up, I felt him plunge inside me.

“Sebastian, no! Don
’t!”

“Come on, baby, you feel so good.”

He rolled his hips, and sensation flooded through me.

“No!”

I pushed hard on his chest and, reluctantly, he pulled out, his sea-green eyes accusing.

“What are you doing, Sebastian?”
I gasped, staring at him in shock.

“I just want to make love to you, Caro.”

“I know… but, you’re not wearing a condom.”

I opened my hand, begging him to look at the foil packet that I was holding, still unopened.

“We don’t need that, Caro.”

Did I hear
him right?

“What? Are you crazy, Sebastian? I could get pregnant!”

He stared down at me.

“Would that be so bad?”

“You
want
me to get pregnant?” I stammered.

He sighed and closed his eyes
, rolling onto his side.

“I want to have a life with you, Caro, for the rest of my
life. Look – kids – whatever. If it happens, then great; if it doesn’t, that’s fine, too. Just as long as we’re together. This time, forever.”

I flung my arm over my eyes,
shutting out the vision of his beautiful face, trying to regain some order among the craziness.

He pulled my arm away from my
eyes, forcing me to look at him.

“Caro?”

“Sebastian…” I stuttered, not sure where to start. “We were apart for ten years. I saw you again a week ago, we had sex, a couple of dates, more sex, we fought, we broke up… and now you’re saying you want to have children with me?”

He smiled and raised his eyebrows. “Yeah.”

“Do you know how crazy that sounds?”

“That
’s our story, Caro. Crazy in love.”

I didn
’t know whether to kiss him, hit him, or have him committed.

“I… I don
’t know what to say.”

He shrugged. “You don
’t have to say anything, Caro. You don’t have to
do
anything. Like I said: if it happens or not… whatever… we’ll deal.”

“And what… you
’ll give up being a Marine to look after the kids?”

His mouth dropped open, then he grinned at me. “Kids? As in, plural? Sure, why not?”

“You… you’d do that?”