Rolling fields slant toward the sea until the grass breaks away into white cliffs of chalk. The water below the cliffs glimmers pewter. It’s nothing like the golden beaches of Los Angeles, but home is an ocean away.
“Let’s go swimming,” I say.
He gives me a crooked smile. “You brought a swimsuit?”
“Hell no. I want to go skinny dipping.”
His eyes smolder. He has more of an imagination than I gave him credit for, which isn’t helping his boner in the slightest. “There’s nobody on the beach in the rain.” I love how logical he has to be about everything.
“Do it. You know you want to see me naked and wet.”
With a laugh, Bram turns onto a road and follows it to the sea. He pulls off in the grass. We’re at a crack in the chalk cliffs, a narrow footpath leading down to the gray sand below. It’s not too far of a climb down.
Before the engine quiets, I unbuckle my seatbelt and jump into the rain. I’m getting wet anyway, so I wriggle out of my clothes and toss them into the Audi. I’m down to my bra and underwear when I see Bram staring at me.
He licks his lips as I strip naked. “Damn, you have dangerous curves.”