Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(11)

“Then what happened?” I ask.

“We had hot fucking sex,” he replies honestly, which for some reason has me in a fit of giggles.

“So, what you’re saying is … I need a nice older woman to show me around?”

His green eyes dip down to my wrist then back again. “Your bracelets tell me otherwise, but I could arrange that for you,” he says with a grin. Of course, he would, men love two women together. “I was actually offering my services.” He what? I’m so surprised by his proposal that I end up staring at him for way too long that it becomes uncomfortable when he finally says, “Or in a non-sexual way. It’s up to you. Just know I’ll look after you.”

“You want to have sex with me?” I ask because I’m not sure I am reading between the lines correctly.

“Yes,” he answers seriously. “I think you’re beautiful.” Oh wow. I wasn’t expecting him to be so forthright. “Again, only if you want to,” he adds.

Oh, I want to. Why the hell are you hesitating, Ivy? Because I’ve already had sex with someone today, and if I sleep with a different person that seems a little slutty. Slutty at a sex resort? Isn’t that the point?

This is true.

Earlier, you were all, yay Ivy 2.0, I’m going to explore everything this resort has to offer, and now you are being offered more, and you’re hesitating. Man, the hell up, Ivy Starr, and fuck this man. You never have to see him again when you go back to your boring life. You can go back home and become a nun again, but if you don’t use this time at a sex resort to have sex, then that could be fifty years of bad sex luck or something.

Fuck it.

Next thing I know, I’m grabbing Alex by the shirt and pulling him toward me. His eyes are wide in surprise at my sudden movement, but as soon as our lips meet, it’s fireworks. His strong hands wrap around my ribs, holding me in place as his fingers sink into my skin with bite. He lifts me ever so slightly and begins to walk backward until my back hits something hard—it feels like a palm tree. My hands move from clenching his shirt to wrapping around his neck. I feel his hardness pushing against me as our kiss continues to light my body on fire.

“You’re so beautiful, Ivy,” he murmurs against my neck.

Men don’t normally tell me I’m beautiful. They say that I’m nice, smart, a great interior designer, something like that. They’re always interested in Camryn more so than me. She’s the blonde bombshell, and I never got her curves. I’m as straight and narrow as they come both physically and personality-wise.

Alex’s hands run down my body, his thumb caresses over my hardening nipple, which pulls a moan from my lips. I can feel Alex smile against my skin at my reaction. His fingers tease my nipple for a little longer, and I had no idea I’d like that. I close my eyes, my head falls back against the tree, and I give over to the sensations storming inside me.

The next thing I know, Alex is biting my nipple through the material, and wow, does that feel amazing. He moves further and further down my body until he is on his knees. Finally, I look down and see his heated stare looking back up at me.

“Open for me, Ivy,” he asks.

So, I do. What is it with all these men on this island wanting to go downtown? It never happens in real life. I’ll get a membership alone just for this to keep happening.

Alex looks up at me with a wide grin on his face as his hands disappear up my dress, and he begins to roll my underwear down my thighs. I step out of my pastel pink cotton panties and watch as he stashes them in his pocket. Then he grabs one of my legs and places it over his shoulder. Well, that’s a new move. All I can see is Alex’s back as my dress covers him perfectly. Panic catches me out of nowhere as I hear people talking, and that’s when I realize I’m on a public path. Yes, we are off to the side a bit but if they really look, they will see me, and I’m not sure if I’m up for having sex in public just yet.

“Ivy,” Alex calls my name from between my legs. “If you want them to watch, be loud. If you don’t, then I’m going to need you to be quiet. Think you can do that?” he asks.

I nod in agreement because as embarrassed as I am, I really want him to lick my cookie. Alex disappears again, and I feel the first swipe of his tongue along my slit, and I sag against the tree trying to hold in the moans that are begging to escape.

He continues to eat me like a champion. It’s a little different to Granger from earlier who is a trained professional and has magic dancing across his tongue, but Alex is equally as good but in a totally different way—I guess less refined. The boy knows what he’s doing I’ll give him that.

My hands slide down and tangle in his dark hair, my fingers sink into his lush locks and anchor themselves to him. Yes. Yes. Yes. My legs begin to quake as he slowly but thoroughly enjoys himself down there.

People come closer and closer, but they are completely absorbed in their conversation that they don’t notice me. Hold it in Ivy, hold that moan that’s threatening to fall from your lips as I’m not prepared to be an exhibitionist, not tonight anyway.

Alex then sinks a finger in me, and it feels like heaven. My mind begins floating away with all the good endorphins, and my fingers clench tighter on his hair holding him in place while he delivers the magic. Yes. Yes. Yes. Then he adds another finger and curls them together, and they hit some special button inside me, and I’m done for. My head flies back, and I hit it hard against the palm tree, but I don’t care. I’m sure my fingers have nearly pulled out locks of Alex’s hair.