Fire Bound (Sea Haven Sisters)(101)

“Take the shirt off, malyshka, no one can see you but me. The villa is protected on all sides from prying eyes. The sun will feel good on your body.”



“I’m a redhead, honey,” she murmured, tipping her head up for another kiss. “I burn easily.”



He obliged her, giving her what she wanted, taking her mouth and taking his sweet time about it. He loved kissing her. She was great at kissing. Perfection. She tasted of love and her addicting honey. When he lifted his head, he caught the shirt and pulled it over her head.



“Sunscreen.” He showed her the bottle of lotion. He looked forward to covering every inch of her with it. His cock jerked again, just thinking about it.

She dragged her hair up onto her head, tying it into a messy, fancy knot, the action lifting her breasts. Unable to resist, he drew her breast into the heat of his mouth, suckling, teeth scraping just enough to have her come up on her toes, gasping, her hands gripping his hips hard.



When he let her go, he was more than satisfied to see he had left more marks on her, just as he’d promised he would. He indicated for her to lie down. She did immediately, stretching out on her belly like an offering to the sun. He crouched down beside the lounger and took his time, rubbing the sunscreen into her shoulders, back and arms, moving lower to massage it into her firm buttocks, paying special attention to every crease, crevice and dimple. He smiled when she began to squirm, unconsciously moving her hips restlessly. He was careful to get every inch of her legs.



“Turn over, Giacinta, let me get your front.”



“If you do that, I’ll be attacking you, Casimir,” she informed him.

“Turn over, malyshka.” His cock was already hard and erect and pulsing with need.



She did as he said, presenting her breasts and fiery curls to his hands. Again, he took his time, massaging the lotion into her skin, every little inch, paying extra attention to her breasts and nipples, then moving down to make certain her partially bare mound was properly coated before moving on to her legs. The moment he was done, she reached for the jeans riding low on his hips.

He took her slow, leisurely, there by the pool. They swam, made love again and then fell asleep. He woke her just before dinner arrived, grateful she got in a nap, because he had a very long night planned for both of them.





15



Aldo Porcelli had four bodyguards. Lissa had three days to study the layout of the building where Porcelli’s mistress, Lydia Sartini, resided. Luigi had carefully marked the places the bodyguards always waited for him. One stayed by the car at all times. The car was out as a place of attack, not if they wanted Aldo’s death to look like an accident.



One bodyguard always stayed at the top of the stairs leading to the second floor where his mistress’s apartment was. One remained down the hall, a good distance from the apartment, near the window. His angle on the apartment wasn’t the best. Lydia Sartini’s apartment was set back, creating a small alcove effect, changing the angle of the hall so one couldn’t see anything going on in the doorway. The apartments in the building were deliberately built for privacy. Porcelli wasn’t the only man to keep his mistress there.



The fourth bodyguard acted as a roving sentry, prowling through the garage, up the stairs, through the hallway and down the flight of stairs at the far end of the second story. The lift was an open wrought-iron cage, rarely used by the residents’ visitors. There were no security cameras for obvious reasons. The men wanted complete privacy and deniability.



Luigi had stayed hidden away, supposedly in his wing of the house, grieving for Arturo. In reality, he was home with his wife and family, a great alibi when he knew Aldo, his wife’s brother, was going to die. There was no way anyone could blame him, he was with Angeline and his boys. Casimir and Lissa actually drove by the house to confirm he was there. Even with the knowledge that Luigi had betrayed her father and lied to her for years, pretending to be alone, forsaking a family of his own for her and their ultimate goal to bring justice to those who had killed her parents, seeing him with his wife and sons was a much bigger blow than she expected.



She glanced up from the blueprints spread across her lap, to look at her husband. Husband. In her wildest dreams she had never once imagined herself married, and certainly not to a gorgeous, romantic man. Her wedding day and night had been spectacular. Casimir had planned every minute, every detail. They’d worshiped each other’s bodies over and over in so many ways – and her husband could get very creative.



“What is it, golubushka?” His voice was gentle.