“Wow.” I breathe. “I see what inspires so many artists about Italy.”
Nick rubs my shoulders. “The vineyards will be even better.”
“And here I was expecting gondolas and pizza,” I murmur.
Nick smiles as he takes it in. “In another life, I wanted to be an artist. Italy was always the goal. I figured if I could paint here or study here, I’d be able to be in galleries across the world.”
“How did you find the other side of that life? Being the model?” I ask, rubbing his hand.
“Not exactly the same, but it paid better.” He chuckles.
Nick grins as I stand on my toes to kiss him. I lick along his tongue and push myself against his body. He lets me feast on him until I groan, then I draw back before I lose my restraint. “We’ll have to get you some paints.”
“Sure.” He rolls his eyes.
“I’m serious, Nick.” Then I smile. “Plus, if you’re painting, I won’t be as tempted to tease you.”
“Oh, is that what you’re all about while we’re here?” I turn and flip my skirt a little to show some of my ass, and he groans before stealing my hand and forcing my skirt down. “Point made.”