Island Affair (Keys to Love #1)(73)

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 at all.”

“I heartily approve of that plan.”

He approved of anything that put that satisfied smirk on her delicious mouth.

Sara buried her face in his neck where she placed a moist kiss over his pulse point. Flyaway tendrils from her blond ponytail tickled the underside of his jaw as she nuzzled her nose over his skin in a tantalizingly soft caress.

“You always smell so delicious,” she murmured.

The erotic sound of her humming with pleasure as she inhaled deeply sent a spurt of lust arcing through him. His erection strained against his board shorts, anxious for release. At the same time, a need that had nothing to do with sex and was more about cherishing this precious woman who challenged and uplifted him pierced Luis’s heart.

Dios mío, he had it bad for her.

The thought scared the hell out of him. He’d kept part of himself locked away for so long, refusing to risk the type of pain and rejection he’d experienced with Mirna’s betrayal.

At least with Sara he was going in eyes wide open. They both were. This was temporary. Amazing and exhilarating, but temporary. They’d agreed to one week. Then she’d leave to focus on her career, in New York or Miami or whatever city offered the next career move. He’d . . . figure it out later.

That meant the clock was ticking on the amount of incredible sex they could have together.

Starting now.

Luis passed the light-stained hutch in the foyer where his car keys nestled in a white ceramic bowl shaped like a clamshell. At the bottom of the wooden staircase he paused.

“Here, put me down. I can walk up.” Sara wiggled in his arms. Her crotch rubbed against his stomach and he ached to be inside her.

“What are you talking about?” Biceps flexing, he tightened his grip on her buns. “You’re not even half the weight of our practice dummy. You questioning my abilities, woman?”

Without waiting for her to answer, he took the stairs by two. Piece of cake.

Sara craned her neck to look down at the empty foyer below. Sunlight shone through the rectangular windows framing the front door, painting golden streaks across the dark wood floor.

“My, my.” She fanned herself with a hand. “Talk about hot stuff. Why have I never dated a firefighter before?”

“Because you’ve never met one who measures up to me.”

Right brow quirked in an oh-really way, her windblown ponytail swinging behind her, she pursed her lips in a sexy pout he planned to take his time kissing away.

“Promises. Promises,” she teased.

Never one to back down from a challenge (ask his older brother, who initiated and lost their jalape?o-eating contest in middle school), Luis continued down the short hall to the bedroom he and Sara shared.

He pushed the door shut with his foot, then spun to press her back against it. Her eyes flared, the color darkening to the rich blue of the open ocean when he took the Fired Up out for a little deep-sea fishing.

She jutted her chin, a come-and-get-me move that was like waving a red flag in front of his raging desire. He grazed his teeth gently on the tip of her chin, fighting the increasing urge to give in to the primal need to take her. Right here. Right now.

Her legs tightened around his waist, inviting him closer. “Show me what you got, stud.”

He reared back, surprised yet totally turned on by her assertive bedroom talk.

Sara’s brows furrowed. She scrubbed a knuckle at the tiny grooves between her brows, the first hint of insecurity he’d spotted since they’d gone into the water together.

“Um, that sounded sexier in my head,” she mumbled. “Less corny-movie-line-ish.”

The cutest blush spread from her chest, up her neck, and into her cheeks.