Island Affair (Keys to Love #1) - Priscilla Oliveras Page 0,103

much for gluttony. Unless it came to the sexy woman currently sprawled in his arms while the Fired Up floated in the shallow waters off Snipes Point on a sunny, wispy-clouds day.

A Wednesday with local schools still in session meant they had the sandbar and surrounding area to themselves. Come the weekend, the clear water would be teeming with sunbathers and beach lovers old and young. People grilling on their boats, floating in tubes and on crazy blow-up rafts. Footballs flying in the air, sometimes even from boat to boat.

The weekend could keep its crowds. Luis preferred the quiet peacefulness of right now.

Feeling keenly satisfied, he adjusted the ball cap shielding his face from the intense midday sun, then went back to lazily dragging his fingertips up and down Sara’s bare arm. They lounged on a seat cushion in the bow, Sara resting spoon-fashion between Luis’s bent knees, her back against his chest. She shifted slightly, her shapely legs stretched out in front of them, their smooth skin a soft golden glow from the sun’s kiss.

“I think they’re having a good time.” He pointed to her family standing waist-deep in the water closer to the shore.

Used to the intense Phoenix heat, they’d slathered on sunscreen, with Ruth and a couple others opting for long-sleeve swim shirts for extra protection. Sara, bless her thoughtfulness, had foregone her shirt and enlisted his assistance applying another layer of sunscreen a few minutes ago.

Luis had taken his job seriously. Tube of SPF 50 lotion in one hand, he’d rubbed the white substance over every gorgeous inch not covered by her sexy black bikini. And wound up trying to hide the hard-on tenting his suit. Sara’s promise to help him take care of it back in their room hadn’t helped his predicament. The little minx.

“Yeah, they’re definitely enjoying this,” Sara mused. “My mother looks so happy. Thank you for this.”

Craning her neck to gaze up at him, she smiled her pleasure. Of course, it felt only natural for him to dip his head for a kiss.

She opened her mouth for him, her tongue brushing against his. A hint of the lime seltzer water she preferred teased him, along with the heady sweetness that was hers alone.

Her slender fingers clung to his nape, urging their kiss deeper. Lust flamed through him. Blood surged low in his body, swift and ready. He ached to cup her breasts in his palms, dip his hand into her bathing suit bottom, and bring her the delicious satisfaction he knew he could give her.

Over the past three nights they’d each wantonly discovered the erogenous zones that drove the other wild. He loved the way her eyes dilated, his name on her lips as she reached the pinnacle and dived over the cliff, her hands and mouth and tongue luring him over the edge with her.

“Hey, are you two gonna sit there and make out all day or come join us?”

Luis chuckled against Sara’s lips. His eyes drifted open in time to catch her giving her brother the finger.

“Geez, the guy’s taking this bratty older brother routine to the extreme,” Sara grumbled, collapsing back against Luis’s chest.

“Ah, I’d venture to guess that you actually like his attention.” Luis gave her right temple a chaste peck before whispering in her ear. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. Brothers needle the ones they love the most.”

“That’s because you’re obviously warped.”

He threw back his head and laughed, enjoying the feel of Sara’s body shaking as she joined him. He patted her right hip, a signal for her to stand up so he could, too.

“But you love my warped, depraved mind, don’t you?”

For the smallest fraction of time Sara’s hands stilled in the act of adjusting her bathing suit bottom. Long enough for him to catch it and regret his slip-of-the-tongue use of the l word.

“Oh, your depraved mind is only one of the many facets I find attractive, but I won’t list them.” She padded to the seat in front of the boat helm where she snagged her wide-brimmed straw beach hat. “No need for your head to get any bigger than it already is.”

With a saucy wink, she blew him a kiss and flounced toward the dive door on the port side of the boat’s deck.

“Smartass,” he called.

The cheeky woman reached back to give herself a pat on the butt.

Amusement laced with an emotion he wasn’t prepared to name spread through his chest. Ever since Monday evening when he’d taken her home