Island Affair (Keys to Love #1) - Priscilla Oliveras Page 0,87

key code into the pad on the bath-laundry room door, then pushed it open.

The alarm beeped, alerting anyone inside that a door or window had opened. Thankfully, the house was empty.

Halfway through their race home she’d received a text from her mother. The golfers were starting the tenth hole, with the intention of arriving home by midafternoon. That meant Sara and Luis had the house to themselves for at least a couple hours.

And Luis knew exactly, and how deliciously, he wanted to fill them.

Once inside, Sara dropped the beach bag with their sheet and wet towels on top of the washer, then turned to face him. Her blue-green eyes swam with excitement as she held out her hand. A silent invitation from the sexy siren who had enticed him into the ocean.

Forget waiting for the bed! Luis grasped her tiny waist, lifting her to sit on top of the washer.

“Oh!” she yelped, eyes wide with surprise.

He stepped in between her spread knees, counting himself lucky when she leaned forward to meet his kiss. The minty taste of her gum and the coconut scent of the sunscreen he’d insisted she reapply before they hopped on their bikes again heightened his senses. Greedily he suckled her lower lip, nipped it gently with his teeth. Her tongue sought his. Twisting, exploring, taking everything he gave her and giving back in return.

His fingers found the hem of her Lycra tank, sneaking under to caress her trim stomach.

She moaned into his mouth, then hooked her legs around his back. Sliding to the edge of the washer, she brought her lower body flush against him.

His hands strayed higher, seeking the mounds of flesh he’d been dying to taste since he’d felt her nipples pebbling under the thin bathing suit material back at the beach. Only the threat of the two of them getting arrested for indecent exposure had kept him from peeling her top down so he could suckle her right there. Christening South Beach as his favorite make-out spot on the island.

Now, he cupped her pert breasts with his palms, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over her firm nipples until she gasped. Her breath shuddered, the force rippling from her chest through her slender torso. Her sensual reaction urged him on, and he lifted her tank up to her armpits, revealing the fuchsia bathing suit triangles covering her from his hungry gaze.

Hands splayed on the washer for support, she leaned back, offering herself to him.

Luis growled with impatient lust, blood surging to his erection. He tugged aside the thin material on her right breast, then bent to take her into his mouth. Dried salt from the ocean water melded with her sweetness on his tongue.

She moaned again, deep and throaty. The heady sound of her pleasure encouraged him and he trailed his tongue down her cleavage intent on giving equal attention to both beautiful breasts.

Sara rocked her hips, pressing against his torso. Her body, like his, desperate to sate the innate need to be one in the most elemental way.

“If we don’t . . . if we don’t slow down . . .”she murmured, her palm on his nape encouraging rather than dissuading him from making love to her breasts. “I’m gonna orgasm on top of this washer like . . . like a teen sneaking a quickie, while her parents are busy.”

Dios, her sense of humor slayed him. In the midst of some of the hottest foreplay he could remember, he found himself laughing. Feeling carefree. Something he’d never felt.

Not until her.

He peeked through his lashes to find her staring down at him, her lids heavy, skin flushed with desire. Wickedly, he lapped at her breast, then gently blew on her moist skin. Her blue-green eyes rolled. Her head dropped back as if too heavy for her slender neck to carry, only to bang against the cabinet behind her.

“Ow!” She ducked her head and swung her arm up to rub at the sore spot, accidentally knocking their beach bag to the white tile floor.

“That was not what I was thinking when I brought up slowing down,” she said on a groan.

Under his exploring hands, her stomach muscles tightened with her laughter.

He pressed a kiss on her flat belly, then slid his hands under her ass to heft her in his arms.

“Let’s get you upstairs,” he said, striding down the hall toward the front of the house. “The only thing I want you thinking about is how amazing you feel. If you’re even thinking