Fire Bound (Sea Haven Sisters)(126)

He curled his fingers around the nape of her neck and drew her close to the heat of his body. “Let me take care of everything. I’ve gotten directions to a very secluded section of their grounds. We’ll have a private ride and picnic. I also secured their gentlest horse for you to ride.”



“But…” She tried to protest but the words wouldn’t come. His look was purely sensual, and excitement skittered down her spine in spite of the fact that she was a little scared of an animal so much taller and weighing a ton, or whatever they weighed.



“Give me this, moya lyubov. I want our last day to be a memory you’ll never forget. Say yes. Just trust me, Giacinta.”



There was no way she could deny him. She nodded, her heart thundering in her ears. The horse not only had better be gentle, but it had better have impeccable manners as well.



“I’ve laid out the clothes I’d like you to wear for me. Only what you see on the bed. Everything you see eventually will be on you when we ride.”



She glanced at the bed. Her heart jumped. She raised her gaze to his. “Casimir…”



“Trust me.”



“I can’t possibly ride a horse in a skirt.” She chose the easiest thing to protest first, but she wasn’t looking at the skirt. She was looking at the fine golden chain with the clips on either end.



“You can. It’s long and will cover anything important. We’ll be alone.”



She moistened her lips and let his hand at her back guide her to the bed. The skirt he chose was very long, down to her ankles and if she didn’t wear heels would sweep the floor. With boots, it just touched the floor. The material flowed around her loosely, giving plenty of room to stretch her legs over a horse.



“These panties are…”



He shook his head, and she trailed off. She picked them up. A webbing of lace. The lace was stretchy and the crotch was nearly nonexistent. Where did he get them? Where did he get the chain? She snuck a peek at it. The ends, looking like tiny screws, were tipped with rubber. She let her breath out and her sex spasmed. Went damp. Her breasts actually ached.



She picked up the matching bra. This was lace, a demi bra, but one that was extremely low-cut. Her breasts would be pushed up and the nipples would show above the lace. She couldn’t help thinking the black panties and bra were very sexy. Spending the afternoon alone with him, riding beside him, knowing she would be wearing these clothes would make her crazy with need.



“I’ve got everything ready,” he explained, casually scooping up the chain and pocketing it. “Get dressed and we’ll go down to the stable.”



She nodded, and he walked out. Her heart went wild as she stripped. She had never been more excited. In a short period of time, she’d gotten married and now her husband was showing her a wild, erotic, amazing and very romantic honeymoon. She loved every second of it. The anticipation and secret thrill of wearing the clothes he’d chosen for her as well as wondering where and when he’d ask her to wear that gold chain nearly gave her a mini-orgasm.



Even with riding boots, she felt sexy as she braided her hair and left the room to find him. Casimir waited by the stairs. His eyes went molten and a dark look of lust mixed with love and approval gave her another violent spasm. He reached out to her and without hesitation she put her hand in his.



“Beautiful, malyshka. Totally beautiful. Thank you for giving me this.”



“I’d give you anything you asked for, Casimir,” she admitted, stripping herself bare for him. Making herself even more vulnerable. It didn’t matter. It was the truth and she wanted him to know. Especially now. They were facing the Sorbacovs, his family’s greatest enemies. Two powerful men who were ruthless and had powerful friends. One misstep and they’d both die. Lissa was determined Casimir would have everything and anything she could give him before they left for Russia. This was her chance.



Her reward was the look on his face. He kissed her knuckles and slid one hand down her cheek before leading her down the stairs and outside to the stables. The horses were saddled and waiting for them. She saw immediately that Casimir was an experienced horseman. He caught her around the waist, directed her on how to bunch her skirt up to her thighs and set her on the back of the animal. He kept possession of the reins, patting the horse’s head and speaking soothingly to it.



He had put some sort of soft padding with small, sweeping fibers sticking up over the saddle so when she settled onto the seat, the material brushed against the vee at the junction of her legs and every nerve ending came alive with need. They hadn’t even gotten out of the stable and she was already hot, slick, needy. So ready for him.