Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(53)

Ivy’s hands clutch her mouth in shock as she hears my pathetic sob stories.

“I’m not telling you this for you to feel sorry for me. I want you to know that all this isn’t a stunt, it’s just me. My friends call me Mr. Romantic because they think I fall too easily, but it’s not that. I live in hope that not everyone I meet has an ulterior motive. That hopefully … third time’s the charm.” I chuckle, self-deprecatingly. “Here I am … warts and all. I know what it’s like to live behind a wall, but I also know how lonely it can be.”

Ivy links our hands together. “You’re a good man, Alex Lewis. And those women’s loss is my gain.” She grins. Does she mean that? “Thank you for sharing,” she adds.

I give her a nod as she snuggles into my side, and we fall silent, enjoying the quiet moment as we watch the lights of London pass us by.

After baring my soul with Ivy, I continue chatting about everything except her past. She’s not ready, and I get that, but I do feel that I might have chipped away some of the stones holding up her wall and that now I can see the tiniest speck of light flicking through.

The night progresses, and soon we’re off the boat and heading home to her beautiful mews cottage.

“Thank you so much for tonight,” Ivy says while standing at her front door. “I had a wonderful time.”

“Me too.”

“Would you like to come in?” she asks.

“Are you asking me to come in and stay? Or come in and fuck?” I question as my hand lands on the doorframe beside her head.

Ivy bites her bottom lip, thinking over my proposal.

“Can’t we do both?”

“Of course, we can, sweetheart. I just want to know if I have time to do all the things I want to do to you or not?”

Ivy’s eyes widen, and she raises an eyebrow up and down suggestively. “Stay then.”





20





IVY





One date and I’m already giving in to the power that is Alex Lewis. There is usually a three-date minimum before getting into my pants, but seeing as he’s already been there and done that, there’s no point in holding out. Plus, my toys haven’t been able to get me off like they used to before I went to the resort. So, I’m a little needy. As soon as I gave Alex the go-ahead, his lips were on mine as he pressed me hard against my front door.

“You have seconds before I fuck you against this door in front of your neighbors,” he states quite loudly as he nestles against my neck.

“Stop kissing me, so I can get my keys,” I yell at him as I try to move out of his embrace. Reluctantly, he lets me go, and I turn in his arms not before he is pressing himself against me as his lips trail down my throat.

My hands shake with anticipation and lust as I search through my purse to find my keys. It’s hard when you have a six-foot man grinding himself against you and his hands begin to wander all over your body. Eventually, I find my keys and push it into the keyhole and turn, the click echoes through the empty sidewalk, and as soon as the door opens the tiniest bit, Alex is pushing it away from me and slamming it shut behind us.

Then he grabs me, and I let out a squeal as he pulls me back into his arms. His lips are crushing against my own, his fingers are sliding into my hair as he pushes me up against my entry wall. The rattle of my purse falling and hitting the key bowl fills the hallway. I’m shrugging off my jacket as my body heats quickly. I let the gorgeous camel-colored coat fall to the floor because, in this moment, I don’t care—I can send it to the dry cleaner. Alex’s jacket follows.

We then slowly move from wall to wall shedding bits of our clothing. My heels are the next to be removed as I kick them off, and they thump against the wall.

Alex then hops on one foot as he toes off his shoes and socks, his lips never leaving mine.

Chuckles fall from our lips as his back hits the wall hard. He’s moved us all the way down the entry hallway to my kitchen. The next thing I know, Alex is picking me up and placing me on the island counter in the center of my kitchen. The coolness of the marble seeps through my dress. He tries to stand between my legs, but my dress is too damn tight.

“Get it off,” he demands as his lips meet mine again.

My hand moves behind me, and I slide the zipper down my back and let it pool around my hips. I’m not wearing a bra, so I’m already half-naked while he is still fully dressed.

Alex looks down, and his hand caresses my breast. “Fucking perfect,” he states, revering my breasts as if they are the best set he’s ever seen. He cups one of them and brings his mouth down and latches onto my nipple then begins to squeeze and suck.

White-hot heat shoots through my body as I throw my head back and arch into his touch while he gives the other breast the same amount of attention. Heat begins to swirl between my legs, and an insatiable ache fills my core.

I need him inside me.

I need him now.

My hands reach out and unbuckle his jeans, my greedy little fingers working overtime, unbuttoning him. A chuckle falls from his lips as I fumble with a couple of the buttons. He moves away from my breasts, and an audible groan falls from my lips. “Someone’s needy,” Alex jokes as he unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the side. He then reaches out and tugs my dress trying to get it over my hips. I scoot my bottom up, and the dress comes off easily, and I gasp as my ass hits the cold stone. I’m left in nothing but a white lace G-string, which leaves nothing to the imagination—it’s practically dental floss.