Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(4)

Camryn walks over to the door and opens it.

“Miss Starr, my name is Granger, and I will be looking after your guest during her stay,” says the gorgeous golden-haired, South African god. He looks like he’s just stepped off the rugby field. His uniform is seconds away from combusting from the tautness of his muscles. He, too, has a bottle of champagne and strawberries.

My sister moves to the side and lets him in.

“Thank you, Granger. Miss Starr is a VIP,” she says, holding open the door for him as he steps over the threshold and toward me. Bright sea-green eyes sparkle when he sees me standing by the deck. He gives me a quick sweep over, which strangely feels like the tiniest of caresses across my skin.

“I’ll look after her, Miss Starr. I’ll make sure she experiences everything the island has to offer,” Granger answers my sister as he places the bottle of champagne and plate of strawberries on the coffee table.

“See you in a couple of hours for dinner,” my sister calls out as she closes the door behind her, leaving me alone with this man.





2





IVY





Now I thought Olivia’s man was hot, but this guy is, oh wow. I’m a little transfixed by the Adonis that’s standing before me with a bright white smile and smoldering eyes. For some reason, I seem to have lost the use of my tongue.

“Would you like a drink, Miss Starr?” he asks in a thick, thundering South African accent that makes my knees weak.

“Yes, thanks,” I answer, my voice wobbling with nervousness.

He gives me a grin as he pops the champagne. The sound makes me jump, and I giggle, trying to cover my awkwardness.

Who the hell am I? This is embarrassing. Get it together, Ivy.

He’s just a man.

A handsome man but still just a man. One that could probably give me toe-curling orgasms for hours. You need to stop it. Be cool.

Granger grabs a chilled champagne glass from the minibar and pours me a glass before handing it to me. Our fingers touch and an electric shock courses through my veins and travels directly to my core.

What is happening? It’s like I’ve had a sudden supply of intravenous hormones.

I lick my lips as my nerves continue to take over, and I watch as Granger’s sea-green eyes dip to where my tongue touches my lip, and I see a flare of attraction there.

Don’t be silly. He’s doing his job. There’s no way he’s interested in you at all. Plus, he’s paid to play, so you need to remember that.

I try to shake my wayward thoughts from my mind, but it causes a frown to form on my face, which Granger immediately picks up on as he takes a step back, and my stomach sinks.

Dammit! He’s not interested. I knew it. I’ve gotten my hopes up for no reason. Gosh, I’m so stupid. I take a large gulp of champagne, hoping it will cool the flames of embarrassment that seem to be licking my cheeks as I continue to stare in silence at this magnificent specimen before me. He must think I’m the biggest idiot.

“Would you like a strawberry?” he asks, picking up the bowl from the coffee table and holding it out in his large hands.

“Sure,” I reply as I reach my hand out to the bowl.

He playfully slaps my hand away and shakes his head.

“Let me.” As he picks up one of the largest strawberries I’ve ever seen, he holds it up to my lips. I take a small bite in panic and feel the juices run down my chin. Can you not be graceful at all? Before I have a chance, Granger’s hand reaches out and his finger runs along my chin, collecting the drips of juice before licking it off his finger.

Wow. Okay, that was hot.

So very hot.

I think a faint moan falls from my lips which makes him grin.

“Take another bite,” he says, holding the strawberry to my lips once again, but this time I take a larger bite, and I feel the juices run down my chin again. Granger’s finger is quickly there, wiping away the mess before he sucks his finger clean. My body feels like it’s on fire.

“Would you like one?” I ask him. The words have tumbled out of my mouth before I even have a chance to push them back in.

You don’t have to do anything more than feed him a strawberry, Ivy. That’s all you have to do. I can do that. It’s just eating.

“Yes, please.” He grins.

I grab one of the strawberries from the bowl he’s placed back down on the table and bring it to his lips. Granger takes a large bite of the strawberry, and in the process, he sucks my fingers into his mouth. His tongue swirls around my fingers before he swallows the strawberry.

My body is literally ready to combust. I don’t think I’m going to look at strawberries the same way ever again.

“Would you like another?” I ask. He smirks and nods. So, I do the same again, take the strawberry and bring it to his lips. He sucks the strawberry into his mouth, and his tongue teases my skin, but this time he grabs my wrist and holds it there. Once he’s swallowed the strawberry, his mouth takes my fingers again, but this time without the fruit between us, while he swirls his tongue seductively around my fingers.

“I think I got it all,” he says, giving me a wink.

I’m done for.

I want this man’s tongue on other parts of my body and now.

He lets go of my wrist and grabs another strawberry. “Head back and open wide,” he commands in his deep voice, and instantly I do as I am told.