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I came loudly and he followed with two quick moves.

“Sebastian?” I gasped, astonished by what he’d just done.

He pulled out and looked down at me, grinning wickedly. “Did you get what you wanted, baby?”

“Excuse me?”

“You said you wanted some devil inside you. I aim to please.”

I slapped his arm and tried to wriggle away from him, but his body was still pinning me down.

“Sebastian, you just fucked me while you were talking to your CO!”

“What, you think men can’t multitask?”

I stared up at him in
astonishment.

“I can
’t believe you did that!”

He laughed. “Felt good! Don
’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that because either it was you moaning, baby, or my CO had a stomach ache.”

“I… You… That… Unbelievable!”

He lay down next to me, pulling me onto his chest.

“I haven
’t even taken my boots off,” I muttered, to no one in particular.

“Me neither,” he said, with a grin.

He sat up and peeled off the condom, tossing it in the garbage can. Then I heard the sound of him zipping up his pants.

I was still trying to decide whether I was mad at him
, or too well fucked to care that he’d taken a phone call during sex with me.

He wandered off into the bathroom
, and I heard the shower running while I was still prone on the bed.

He strolled back in, looking completely relaxed and at ease.
I felt him pick up my left foot and he started to undo the laces. He tossed the boot over his shoulder where it landed with a thump, then peeled off my sock, and sucked my toes one by one.

“Sebastian,
” I whimpered, “you’re supposed to do foreplay
before
sex.”

He grinned but didn
’t reply, simply copying his movements with my right foot. Then he reached up to tug my jeans and panties off. It didn’t take much effort as they were already hanging off me. I was now naked from the waist down.

“Very nice,” he said, planting a soft kiss on my belly button.

He pulled me up and tugged my T-shirt over my head, then reached around to unhook my bra.

“Mmm,” he said, tasting both my nipples, his eyes glinting with mischief.

I slapped him away.

“Don
’t start what you can’t finish, Sebastian.”

“Who says I can
’t finish? You were the one who said we should be creative. I’m just doing as I’m told, ma’am.”

H
e unbuckled his heavy biker boots and kicked them into the corner, tugged off his socks and dropped his jeans and briefs to the floor in one quick movement.

Then he tugged his T-shirt from the back of his neck and pulled it over his head, scooped me up a
nd carried me into the bathroom with military efficiency.

The shower was deliciously hot: so was Sebastian.

He lathered up the soap, and carefully washed every inch of my skin, stopping only to kiss me softly.

“You want some more, Caro,” he said, smiling down at me, and suggestively
massaging between my thighs.

“I
’d love to say yes, but really I just want to go and sleep. Rough sex during phone calls always does that to me.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

“Hmm,” he said, frowning.

“By the way, why was your CO calling? What did he want at this time of night?”

Sebastian sighed and looked away.

“He wanted to know where I was.”

“I gathered that. Because?”

“I’m sorry, Caro; I’m going to have to be back in Geneva in four days… and then back to Afghanistan.”

“Four days?”

Oh no.

“I
’m so sorry, baby.”

“Well, we
’ll just have to make the most of the four days then.”

“I
’ll make it up to you, I promise, Caro.”

“Sebastian, don
’t worry. Every day with you is a bonus. And we’ve got the rest of our lives to see Italy.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

I pulled him into my arms and we stood together in the tiny shower, letting the hot water flow over us, trying to reassure each other that it would be ok
ay.

Eventually the water began to cool and I turned off the faucet.

“Come here, let me dry you, tesoro.”

Sebastian stood with his arms
outstretched, as if waiting for an embrace that didn’t come. Instead, I used the large, fluffy towel to dry his back and shoulders, chest, stomach, arms and legs; slowly, carefully, methodically, soaking up each droplet of moisture.

“There you are – all done.”

He handed me a fresh towel to wrap around myself, then carefully rubbed my hair with a small hand towel.

“You shouldn
’t sleep with damp hair,” he scolded me.

His words made me smile.

“Sebastian, I’ve done a lot of foolish things – reckless, you might say – since I met you: sleeping with damp hair doesn’t figure particularly high on that list.”

He scowled.

Jeez, he looked so cute when he did that
.

I kissed him on the tip of his nose.

“Race you to the bedroom!”

I ran from the bathroom before he could move a muscle
, and launched myself onto the bed.

“You
’re so slow, Hunter,” I laughed at him. “You’re really out of shape. Maybe you should go for a run, like you told your CO.”

“Tomorrow, Caro, I
’m getting a fucking sack-load of condoms, and I’m going to make you regret every word you’ve just said.”

I smirked at him. “Like I said, Sebastian, promises, promises. I keep hearing about these fuckathons, but nothing ever happens.”

His eyes flared with the challenge, and I knew for sure that I’d live to regret my taunts. I was looking forward to it.

I yawned loudly
, and he looked amused.

H
e lay down beside me, his body warm and still slightly damp from the shower, pulling the sheets over us. I snuggled into him, and he wrapped his arms around me so I was curled up on his chest, our legs entwined.

“God, Caro. You make it all worthwhile,” he said, kissing my hair. “Thank God for you.”

“I love you, tesoro,” I whispered.

Chapter
10

Waking up in the morning, the first thing I saw was Sebastian
’s beautiful blue-green eyes gazing down at me.

“Hey,” he said, smiling.

“Ciao, bello! How long have you been awake?”

“Not long. Just enough time to remind me that I
’m a lucky bastard.”

I smiled and stretched, feeling his warm body against mine.

“I could get used to this, Sebastian, waking up next to you.”

As soon as I said the words, I felt a
breath of sadness. Our time was limited.

I forced a smile, certain that the last thing Sebastian needed to see before he shipped out was a miserable, moping face.

“So, what’s the new plan, Chief? Do you want to see some more of Tuscany, or shall we go further north?”

He looked bemused. “What about Salerno?”

“It’s too much driving, Sebastian. We don’t have a lot of time and you…”

“Hell, no! I want to see where your dad came from as much as you do. Fuck the driving, Caro! We
’re going to Salerno. If you get your beautiful ass out of bed, we can be there in maybe five hours.”

I felt the pull of Salerno and the warm south. I
’d tried to be selfless but Sebastian had once again weakened my resolve, as in so many things.

“Anyway,” he continued, “we
’re out of condoms, and much as I’m enjoying being creative, I really just want to fuck you into next week.”

“Such sweet words, Sebastian.
How did you get to be such a smooth talker?”

He grinned at me. “I
don’t know, baby, but it works every time.”

“Every time
, huh? But you know, I have to say, last night wasn’t particularly creative: we weren’t even naked.”

He laughed happily.

“Not creative? Hell, Caro, I managed to keep a conversation going with Cardozo; I thought that was pretty fucking creative.”

“Is that the name of your CO?”

“Yeah, he’s an okay guy.”

“He must have his hands full dealing with you.” I paused. “What
’s his wife like?”

Sebastian grinned wickedly. “Blonde, attractive… about forty. Why,
are you jealous?”

“Of course,” I said, evenly.

He kissed me softly on my lips, his eyes gentle with love. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, baby.”

Love, lust, passion
– all swirled through me, his touch blinding me with desire. I kissed him back, pushing my tongue between his parted lips as our bodies began to move together. At my hip, I felt his cock twitch. I wanted him badly. It was, as he’d said: total addiction.

“Caro,” he groaned, quietly, as I ran my hands over his thighs.

“Shh, tesoro.”

Ten minutes later, we were both lying on our backs, panting. There was a lot to be said for a quick burst of
hand-to-mouth creativity before breakfast.

I was filled with a warm, satisfied glow, as Sebastian lazily stroked my thigh.

“You ready to get up, baby?”