Fire Bound (Sea Haven Sisters)(121)

“We do have a private car, right? On that train? Because you wouldn’t guess what I’m thinking right now.” She centered her thoughts on his cock. On her mouth. On the delicious things she wanted to do with him.



“You’re going to get yourself into trouble,” he warned. Shifting his legs restlessly. “I can take us out away from shore and will if you don’t stop. We’ll be scrambling for another way to Germany.”



She laughed, the wind whipping the sound back to them. “Such a missed opportunity.”



“I’m not going to miss out,” he corrected. “Just delay it until we’re on that train.”



Lissa stepped off the boat, tied it up and then hurried to her little cottage while Casimir took care of returning the scuba tanks and boat back to the resort’s rental place. She’d already showered and dressed by the time he returned and was scrubbing down the cabin out of habit. After a lifetime of being careful, she wore thin synthetic gloves that had the fingerprints matching Patrice Lungren’s identification. She wore her black wig and, unless she was inside, bound her breasts. The only time she didn’t was when she was swimming, and then she used a long, shapeless cover-up.



“You have everything?” Casimir asked as he emerged from the bathroom, his jeans carelessly buttoned. He’d left the top button undone and was still barefoot.



“Now who’s the tease?” she countered. “Seriously, honey, we’ve got to get out of here. The cottage is small, so it was easy enough to get things clean. I double-checked the drawers and under the bed, but I lived out of my suitcase. What about your things?”



Casimir had spent every night with her. He’d made appearances as Tomasso at Luigi’s house just to see if anyone was talking about Luigi’s disappearance. Early that morning he’d gone back and packed up Lissa’s room, letting it be known he was taking her to the train station so she could make her next appointment. No one questioned him. They wouldn’t. Without direction and figuring they had time off, the other bodyguards had scattered, finding women, drinking and playing hard while they had the chance. They never noticed they didn’t actually see Lissa in the house.



“I’m good,” he replied. “Let’s go.”



She paused in the doorway. “I liked this place. Not quite as much as the villa we had, but that’s only because we had such complete privacy there and you’re very creative when we have complete privacy.”



“Lyubov moya.” He shook his head, standing close, crowding her body into the doorjamb. “You aren’t quiet when I push you past a certain point. I couldn’t have the neighbors three cabins over calling the police. As it was, I had to bribe those next to us not to call.”



She burst out laughing and pushed at the wall of his chest. “You did not. I’m quiet.”



He raised his eyebrow. “Now you’re just lying.”



“Well,” she hedged. “Maybe I get a teensy loud, when you won’t let me come for like an hour.”



He laughed at her, shaking his head. “An hour? Babe, I don’t want to make you into a liar, so next time we’re in a private place, I’ll set my watch when I torment you.”



He would. She knew he would. The thought of what he would do to her in that hour left her breathless. Instantly damp. Wildly excited. Casimir was very inventive and he always insisted on giving her multiple orgasms.

“You like watching me,” she said softly as he took her arm and led her to the car.



He opened the door and handed her inside. “I love watching you, Giacinta,” he corrected. “Put your seat belt on.” He closed the door and then put their cases in the trunk before sliding behind the wheel. “I also love my mouth between your legs. Your taste is addicting. I go too long without it, and that’s all I can think about.”



He drove like he did everything else. Easily. Casually. Superbly. He didn’t get upset with slow traffic, although they had a train to catch. He wasn’t the type of driver to cut people off or give them the finger. He was an expert driver, another by-product of his training, so they made good time. He didn’t take chances, but he never hesitated when an opportunity presented itself to get around other vehicles.



“Thank you, Casimir. For everything. You saved my life with Alberto. I wouldn’t have made it out of that one alive. At least I don’t think I would have. In any case, without you, I would have had a very difficult time these past few days.”



“You don’t have to thank me.”