Page 120 of Royal Caleva: Luis

Since his eyes were closed, Eve savored the muscles of his forearms displayed by his rolled-up sleeves. Her gaze drifted across his powerful shoulders to skim down to the swell of his thigh muscles, those thighs that had pushed her own open so he could slide his cock inside her. She jerked her attention back up to his face and started when she found his blue eyes fastened on her.

She gave him a tight smile and shifted to stare forward as they rounded a rocky point. Ahead, a volcanic island rose out of the water, its rocky cliffs dotted with brilliant green shrubs. La Sorpresa de los Piratas.

Where Ricardo el Rojo had lured the Spanish galleons onto the rocks. Where Luis was luring her to what? Continuing their affair? She couldn’t, but saying no was going to be hell.

She glanced back at him to find he still watched her. She tilted her head toward the island and mouthed, “La Sorpresa,” because between the sea wind and the boat’s engines, it was too loud to shout across the space between them.

His smile flashed as he nodded.

The wind picked up, whipping her hair across her face until she collected it in a ponytail within her fist. The boat danced a bit on the waves, occasionally sending a spray of water upward so a few droplets landed on Eve. In the bright sunshine, it was refreshing.

And then they were at the entrance to the island’s sheltered bay, idling slowly between the stone walls that rose from the sea and into the perfect circle of turquoise water. Their escort boats did not accompany them, probably peeling off to patrol the exterior of the island.

“How stunning!” Eve gasped as they were embraced by the ancient volcano’s sloping crater. A crescent of sand lay before them, but the cruiser veered toward a dock that jutted out into the blindingly blue water.

As they came alongside the pier, Luis grabbed a rope and leaped from the boat onto the wooden planks. With an expert’s ease, he wrapped the line around a cleat in a figure eight. Gervais did the same at the boat’s stern.

“Come ashore,” Luis said, bending down to reach for her.

Supported by Luis’s rock-solid grip, she stepped onto the gunwale and then the dock.

“Oh, my bag,” she said. “It has my bathing suit.” She wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to swim in this incredible water.

Gervais disappeared down the hatch and returned to set her bag on the dock.

“Everything else we need is already here,” Luis said, giving her hand a squeeze before he let go to cast off the rope.

Gervais swung the cruiser away from the dock and headed for the break in the volcano’s wall.

“Now, we are here alone,” Luis said. “Just a man and a woman. Nothing more and nothing less.”

“You’re telling me that Mikel has no bodyguards anywhere on this island,” Eve said, doing her best to puncture the spell Luis was weaving around her.

Luis grinned. “I cannot fool you. There are guards, but they are on the outside walls, facing out to sea. No one is within this caldera. It is ours.” He swept his arm around the circle. “I’m starving. Let’s eat.” He took her hand and picked up her overnight bag.

“There’s food?” Eve walked beside him off the dock and onto a boardwalk that wound over the rocks toward the beach.

“I told you we have everything we need,” he said.

“You might have a different idea of what we need than I do,” Eve said, looking around at the incredible scenery as they strolled.

“At this moment, all I truly need is you. Beside me.”

That yanked her attention back to Luis. He was looking down at her with that solemn intensity that made her insides dissolve into a delicious, warm goo.

“I, uh, right. Thank you.” Why the hell was he torturing her like this?

His solemnity shifted to faint amusement, but he didn’t comment on her lack of appropriate response.

They came over a slight rise in the rocks to find a teal-and-white-striped pavilion set up on the beach. Inside the canvas shelter, a table and two chairs rested on top of a large raffia rug. An array of teal-green coolers stood next to the dining area. Outside on the beach were two luxurious lounge chairs with stacks of white towels neatly folded on their cushions. A couple of closed beach umbrellas were staked into the sand next to them.

“Good Lord!” Eve said. “I feel like I’ve stumbled into the Arabian Nights.”

Pleasure glowed in Luis’s eyes. “Come into my tent with me.”

“As long as I don’t have to entertain you with stories.” But she allowed him to seat her at the table.

He began flipping open cooler lids and pulling out containers of food, some warm, some cold, which he set on the table. Eve pried them open to find an array of seafood, fresh fruits and vegetables, and still-warm bread.

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