Island Affair (Keys to Love #1) - Priscilla Oliveras Page 0,93

me or save time and shower with me?”

Luis’s face lit up at her question. His lips spread in a wicked smile that had her entire body humming with tantalizing anticipation.

He let out a victorious, “Yes!” then swung his legs off the bed and scooped her up in his arms. “Now there’s a question that requires some research and exploration before answering.”

Oh, she knew they couldn’t avoid the issues that awaited them outside these four walls. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy discovering all the exquisite ways they worked well together. That’s exactly what she planned to do.

Chapter 17

Luis stepped out of the bathroom to find Sara, dressed in red running shorts and a black sports bra, perched on the foot of their bed. Running sneakers already laced up and her blond hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, she was ready to head out for a four-mile run together.

“Here you go. One black, no-fluff coffee.” She rose to hand him a supersize mug with the green and white zero mile marker sign plastered on the side.

“Thank you.” Taking the mug, he inhaled the rich, bitter aroma. After the busy night they’d spent getting far too little sleep but engaged in much more pleasurable activities, he’d need a second cup to fuel his day when they got back from their run.

“So, your mom and Robin ultimately decided today’s schedule is the Audubon House, the Mel Fisher Atocha museum, and browsing the shops around the Custom House, right? With a day on my boat tomorrow, right?”

He eyed Sara over the rim of his cup as he took a sip of the hot liquid.

“Are you sure you’re up for that? I mean, if Robin gets on a roll, our only option would be to throw her overboard.” Sara’s face scrunched in a cute grimace. “My parents and Edward probably won’t go for that idea. Now Jonathan, I might be able to convince him.”

Her blue-green eyes squinted as she gazed up at the ceiling like the answer to her dilemma might be found in the creamy paint swirls.

“Or,” Luis bent to drop a kiss on her pouted lips. “There’s no avoiding each other out there. So, you two take a walk or sit on the beach and try clearing the air after I drop anchor at Snipes Point.”

He swatted her butt playfully and eased around her to grab a tee from one of his drawers.

“You gotta admit, she was in a good mood last night when they returned,” Luis reminded her. Setting his coffee next to a photo book on life in the Keys, he hunkered down to rummage through his clothes.

“Because she beat everyone in golf, duh.”

Luis grinned at Sara’s aggrieved tone.

In his familia, Robin’s competitive nature would fit right in with his siblings. But he understood there were different dynamics between Sara and her sister. Unspoken disappointments, no doubt differing interpretations of the slights they’d each felt as children growing up with two highly successful, driven parents who expected the same from their children and may not have given them all the attention and love they wanted. Though Ruth and Charles were doing their best to make up for it now.

Another gray KWFD T-shirt in hand, Luis pushed the drawer closed and rose. “I think it’s pretty sweet your parents want to take all of you on a Mediterranean cruise.”

When he stuck his head through the neck hole in his shirt, he found Sara watching him. He took his time lowering the shirt over his torso, enjoying her reaction. Appreciation glittered in her eyes turning them the color of stormy Gulf of Mexico waters. The same color that had gazed back at him in the throes of passion last night.

“Ahem.” He cleared his throat and pointed two fingers back and forth between his eyes and hers. “Keep looking at me like that and we’re gonna wind up indulging in a different type of exercise.”

The blush seeping into her cheeks had him nearly reaching out to wrap her up in a fierce hug.

“Oh, that’s definitely happening,” she assured him, her brows waggling to emphasize her promise. “You can count on it.”

That easily, his body responded to her husky words, his mind jumping from hugs to moves that were far more carnal.

Luis cradled his coffee mug tighter, more to keep his hands busy and his thoughts off the two of them diving back into bed together.

“Anyway, back to the topic. Thank you for deftly sidestepping my parents’ questions last night!” Sara pressed her