Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(42)

Ivy smiles up at me. “You’re always so optimistic.”

“Only when it comes to you.”

Those green eyes narrow for a couple of moments, then she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me to her. My lips meet hers hesitantly, but when she opens for me and a moan falls from them, I give in and kiss the shit out of her. I want her to know I’ve meant everything I’ve said to her since she has been here.

I want to see her again.

I like her company.

I like her.

I also love fucking her.

Ivy’s legs open for me as my hips nestle between her thighs, and a hand runs down the small of my back as her fingers clench my ass urging me to fuck her.

“I want you,” Ivy groans the words out against my lips.

“You sure?” I reply.

“Yes.” Her other hand urges me to slide into her.

If this is what the lady wants, then this is what the lady will get. So, I push inside of her, and we both moan as we join. Slowly, I pull myself out before entering her again. This morning there’s nothing feverish or experimental with what we’re doing. It’s simple missionary position, but it feels so much more intense than anything else we have ever done.

My hands cup her face as I slide between her legs, my eyes never leaving hers as I show her how much I fucking want her.

Ivy’s eyes eventually slide shut and her back arches as I change my position, which pushes me deeper inside her. Her breasts are thrust out before me, and I take the opportunity to suck on her blush pink nipples. My large hand massages her perfect size breast as my tongue rolls around her nipple. Ivy’s moans fill my ears as I slowly fuck her.

We continue drinking each other in, savoring every last drop of the moment, not knowing when it will happen again.

I know for sure I want it to happen again. I’m not ready to let Ivy Starr go just yet.

“Yes, Alex!” Ivy moans as her legs tighten around me. My hand drifts between us, and my thumb swirls around her clit until she begins to fall apart. Her pussy clamps down on my dick and that sets me off, and I tumble over the edge not far behind her.

“That was different,” Ivy states, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“Different in a good way?” I ask, raising a brow. I have to make sure because I don’t know if after being at The Paradise Club if she wants generic sex ever again.

“In the best way.” Ivy grins before pulling me back to her lips and kissing me. “I don’t know how to thank you for helping me this week. I don’t know if I would have stayed or had as much fun,” she says, snuggling into my side.

“It was all you, babe, I didn’t do a thing,” I tell her. I may have guided her to the right places, but she’s the one who leaped into the sexual abyss.

“I’m going to miss this,” she mumbles into my chest as she runs her hand down my chest.

“I’ll be at your service back in London, too … if you want me,” I say.

“The spell might be broken by the time you get back to London, and I’ll be back to the old Ivy,” she states sadly.

“And I will still think she’s the most beautiful woman in the world,” I explain as I place a kiss on her forehead, which has her letting out a long sigh. “I know you don’t believe me, but I will find you when we get back home.”

“I know you will.” Ivy looks up at me with a grin.

Good, as long as she knows.

“Now, I better get up and pack. I have to get myself ready to go back to the real world.” She grins before placing a kiss on my lips and getting out of the bed and disappearing.





16





IVY





It’s funny, I don’t want to leave Paradise, and that thought is strange because a week ago the thought of this place made me incredibly uncomfortable. But I get it now. I get why Olivia threw herself into everything this place had to offer in Monaco when she went to her friend’s bachelorette party. I understand how she explored things she never would have, and now I understand how she’s changed so much since returning. I even get the intimate connection she formed quickly with Axel.

Not that I’m in love with Alex or anything because that would be insane, but I do love his dick, and his mouth, and his lips, and … okay, the whole package is perfectly nice.

This morning in bed something had changed between us, not that the sex before wasn’t out of this world, but the slower pace felt more intimate. We were savoring each other, and he treated me as if I was precious to him. No one’s ever done that before.

The way Alex looked down at me as he slid inside achingly slow made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world to him.

I must shut down these thoughts.

Eventually, when the magic from this island disappears, he’s going to see I’m not this adventurous woman he’s met here and that I don’t let other men watch me while sleeping with him. That I don’t ask him to touch me in the middle of a rainforest or sleep with him in a cave. I’m sure he has an active and healthy sex life back in London, and once he returns and heads back to the club in the city, he will realize that’s what he’s missing.

Let’s face it—who owns a sex resort and doesn’t use it?

Urgh, get out of your head, Ivy.