Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(31)

“Doesn’t sound crazy at all.” I turn and give her a big smile.

Ivy smiles back at me before cuddling into my side. “Thank you for not judging me, Alex,” she says, laying her head on my shoulder as I continue to drive through the forest.

“I’ll never judge you, Ivy, know that. I love seeing this glow radiating off you. It’s as if they have cracked open something deep inside you that has been begging to get out but didn’t know how or was too scared to. Or that some asshole told you to bury those thoughts because they were never man enough to handle your desires,” I tell her. “I’m jealous they were the ones to help unlock your sexual confidence.”

“I wouldn’t have been able to do it if you hadn’t had reassured me that you’d still be here if I did,” she mumbles quietly.

My foot slows the golf cart, and I pull over to the side. “I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her, reaching out and cupping her face.

“I see that now.” She looks back at me. “I’ve never met anyone like you before, Alex.”

“What, handsome, rich, with a big dick?” I joke with her. My words have her laughing out loud.

“Yes, all of those things. And you’re also someone with insane patience, kindness, and compassion for a stranger,” she adds.

“You’re hardly a stranger. We’re about to be family thanks to our siblings.”

“Don’t put that out into the universe, not yet anyway. I’ve just dealt with my best friend hightailing it to the States to be with her rock star lover while potentially blowing up her life.”

“You really think she’s blown up her life for love?”

“Not in a bad way. I know what her family is like, though. They will find a way to manipulate her into coming back to them,” she explains. “Plus, her sister is sleeping with her fiancé, and she’s the biggest bitch alive.”

“That’s a lot. Doesn’t sound healthy,” I add.

“It’s not.”

“Lucky, she has you, then,” I tell her. I’m rewarded with a smile as her green eyes begin to look me over hungrily. “Stop looking at me like that unless you want me to do something about it? Especially with those red lips,” I growl out through gritted teeth.

“Is that so?” Ivy grins. My pleading seems like it’s waving a red flag to a bull. “You like my red lips, then?”

“Of course, I do.” What man doesn’t like red lips and instantly thinks about them being wrapped around their dick.

“Interesting.” She smirks at me. “What do you want to do with my red lips?”

“I want to see them wrapped around my dick, leaving a red ring all the way up my cock. Then I want you to choke on my dick while my fingers are tangled in your hair as I face-fuck you. I want to see you choke on it till I see the tears run down your cheeks as I use your mouth as my own personal fuck toy.” Dammit! I shouldn’t have said those things out loud, but she was teasing me with her red lips, and I broke.

“Guess I know what you’ll be having for dessert, then,” Ivy says with a wink.

This woman.

“Fuck, Ivy, my dick is so hard right now.” I jump out of the cart to adjust myself into a comfortable position inside my jeans.

“Wish I was wearing underwear to soak me up. You seem to have gotten me a little worked up,” Ivy confesses.

Say what now? No underwear.

Is this woman purposely trying to kill me?

She is, isn’t she?

I’ve never heard Ivy talk dirty before, and I like it.

I walk around the cart to her side and grip the roof with my hands. “You’re killing me, Ivy.” I groan as my fingers dig into the roof as I try to hold myself back from her. “You can’t say those things to a man when he’s already on the edge,” I warn her.

Ivy bites her bottom lip, and slowly hikes up her dress, stopping it mid-thigh. “I’m a little hot, I’m trying to cool down,” she says, opening her legs a little.

“Ivy,” I say her name with a warning.

She turns her head and gives me a grin before turning in her seat, so she’s now facing me. The temptress.

“This tropical heat can be all-consuming, don’t you think?” she states, pulling her dress up a little farther.

“Ivy, please … if you don’t want me to do something about it, then do not test me, woman,” I say, giving her one last warning.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t test you,” she says on a sigh.

My entire body is vibrating with need, but we are going to be late for dinner if we don’t hurry.

“But I will.” She smirks as she raises a brow at me.

This woman is going to be the death of me as I watch her raise her dress all the way, exposing her pussy to me. Fuck. As my hand rakes through my hair, I know we need to be going, but how can I ignore what’s laid out before me like a damn buffet? I can’t. My hand falls to my side as I nudge her legs open with my knee.

“I told you not to test me,” I growl into her ear as my hand slides between her thighs, and my fingers sink into her wet pussy.

“Yes,” Ivy moans as her head falls back when my fingers enter her.

“This is going to be quick because we are running late,” I tell her.