Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(12)

Somehow, I stifle the moans and groans that are filling my mouth as he pushes me higher and higher until I’m unable to hold it any longer, and I crash over the edge in the most delicious orgasm. My first against a palm tree in public, but I’m not opposed to doing it again.

Slowly, Alex pulls his fingers from me and places my shaky leg back on the ground and comes out from under my dress. I can see myself glistening on his chin in the moonlight, and then I watch in surprise as he sucks his fingers, savoring me like I’m some sort of fine wine.

“You taste delicious,” he says, giving me a lopsided grin.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“My bungalow is just down there …” I point off into the darkness, “… you want to come?”

“I’d love to,” he says, standing and then kissing me. I can taste myself on his lips, and it feels strange, but if he continues doing what he does, I can deal with that.

Alex takes my hand in his and entwines our fingers together. “Show me the way.”

We begin walking through the rainforest-covered walkways where it’s quiet except for the sounds of nighttime birds whistling in the treetops. We walk in a relative, comfortable silence for a little while until Alex breaks it. “Judging by your accent, you’re English. But do you live there? Or are you based in New York like your sister?” he asks.

“Oh no, that’s Camryn’s dream. I live in Chelsea,” I tell him.

“We’re neighbors then. I’m in Kensington across the road from Hyde Park,” he adds.

“Nice,” I tell him being genuinely impressed. That area is super expensive and luxurious. I’ve had many clients buy there, and I have renovated for them. “What is it you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I run our family’s real estate development business, Lewis & Co. Developments,” he says.

Oh wow, I know of them. They are a huge company with developments all around the world.

“I know the company. I didn’t realize that was yours and Nate’s family.”

“Yeah, Nate decided on going in a different direction to the family business,” Alex explains. “What is it that you do? Are you in the event industry too?”

“No, I leave that to my sister. I’m an interior designer. I own Starr Designs in Chelsea,” I tell him.

“No way. My mum loves you. She follows you on Instagram. She said that if she was ever to remodel again, she’d use you in a heartbeat. I can’t believe it. You have no idea how obsessed Mom is with you,” he tells me candidly.

Oh my god, this is the cutest.

“Really. That’s made my night,” I reply.

“I thought my tongue made your night,” he says, teasing me. My cheeks flush with embarrassment over remembering what we did only moments ago.

“Yeah. Um …” I say, stumbling over my words.

Alex bursts out laughing. “It’s cool. I get it when someone compliments my work. It feels pretty amazing,” he adds.

“You should bring your mum around to the studio. I’ll happily show her around.”

“You would?” He seems quite surprised by the comment. “You have no idea how many brownie points that’s going to earn me. Thank you,” he says excitedly as he picks me up and swings me around, which makes me chuckle.

He stops, and the jovial banter and the heat that continues to simmer between us is back again. Alex’s hand wraps around the base of my neck and pulls me to him, and he kisses me passionately again. This time things are not quite as tame as our previous kiss because we know exactly what we are in for now.

“I want you, Ivy,” Alex states.

“I want you, too,” I confess. “Come on, I’m not far …” I say, grabbing his hand as we begin running along the pathway until we hit the decks of the marina area where the overwater bungalows are located.

“You’re in one of these?” Alex asks as we head down one of the long stretches of walkway to my room.

“Yep, and they are spectacular.” I turn and grin.

“Not as spectacular as you,” he adds.

That’s a little corny, but I’ll take it, especially as I have been void of a cringe for so long. I bite my lip, turn back, and haul Alex down the walkway. I flash the key bracelet that lets me into the room, and as soon as the door is open, I drag Alex into my room via his lips.

We bump into objects as we quickly try to undress. Clothing is being thrown here, there, and everywhere as we stumble further and further into my bungalow until I trip and fall backward onto the couch with my dress half hanging off me.

“Are you okay?” Alex asks, kicking off his shoes and toeing off his socks.

“Yes,” I reply with a giggle.

“Good, now get undressed,” he commands, and I quickly throw off my dress and bra—he still has my panties in his pocket. I’ll worry about that later. I watch as Alex throws off his shirt, exposing well-toned six-pack abs, a smattering of hair across his chest, and a delicious dark snail trail that disappears beneath his jeans.

Alex unbuttons his jeans and kicks them to the side, and I can see exactly how much he wants this by the evidence of the thickness in his underwear. In one swift motion, his underwear is gone, and he’s standing in front of me naked. Oh wow. This man is hot. He slowly walks toward me with a sly grin—he knows exactly what’s going on in my mind as I’m sure my lust is radiating off me like a heatwave. Alex takes the other couch across from me and takes a seat.