Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(54)

Alex is back on me again, his lips on my breasts caressing them achingly slowly with his tongue. As my hand caresses the bulge in his jeans, my other hand’s fingers roll the top of his jeans over his ass then move the elastic of his underwear down further to release him. My hand wraps around his length and begins to slide up and down, pulling a groan from his lips. I love the feel of his velvety skin against my hand, and the humming sounds that are falling from his lips against my breasts send a shiver down my spine.

My legs widen, and I hook one around his waist to pull him closer. His lips fall from my breast and move over my chest, along my collarbone to my neck, all the while my hand furiously grips hold of him.

“Why can I not get enough of you, Ivy?” he questions me on a growl. I don’t know the answer to that question as I can’t get enough of him either.

His hands slide down my body, sending goosebumps across my skin until his fingers catch in my underwear. “Fuck this,” he curses as he rips my expensive underwear away from my hip. Okay, that was hot. The tiny bit of fabric floats to the floor.

Alex’s fingers travel back up my thighs, and he pulls my ass to the edge of the counter, fingers digging into my flesh as he grips me hard and pushes my legs wider for him, all the while my hand is still sliding against the hardness of his cock.

Then his hand slides between my thighs and along my folds. “So needy,” he muses as his fingers slip between my wetness. I should be embarrassed at how wet I am, but how can I be when he makes me feel so good. I angle myself a little so he can easily reach me, his fingers moving agonizingly slow around my clit as if he has all night. We don’t. I want an orgasm or two, and I want them now.

Greedily, I push myself forward, hoping his fingers slide into me. Instead, his hand moves away and stills on my thigh, and I whine that he’s gone from the area I want his fingers to be near.

“Are you trying to take something I’m not ready to give yet?” His green eyes swirl with heat as they narrow in on mine.

“Yes,” I tell him honestly as my hands grip tighter around his shaft and pull a groan from his lips.

“I’m not ready yet,” he tells me sternly.

“I am,” I say, falling short of begging for his fingers or dick or tongue. Alex raises a brow at me. “Don’t look at me like that.” I huff. “It’s been weeks since we were at the resort together, and my damn toys haven’t been working well enough,” I tell with a frustrated groan.

“What do you mean your toys don’t work?” he questions me.

Are we seriously having this conversation right now? “They aren’t getting me there.” I shake my head angrily.

“Show me,” Alex commands.

Huh. Show him? Like he wants to inspect my toy box to see if they are mechanically fit. I don’t understand. I stare at him blankly for a couple of beats.

“Is your bedroom upstairs?” he asks, and I nod. “Come on then, show me,” he says again, picking me up off the kitchen counter and placing me back on the floor. The foggy lust cloud that had been swirling around my mind disappears, and I realize I’m standing completely naked in front of him. His dick is sticking out of his boxers where I’d released it, and his eyes follow where I’m looking. A smirk falls across his mouth.

Slap.

The sound of his hand meeting my bare ass vibrates through my kitchen, and a startled squeak falls from my lips.

“Come on, lead the way,” he says, pushing me toward the stairs.

My legs begin to work again, and I rush up them. Alex is hot on my heels, his hand giving my ass a slap every time he gets close enough. We round the top of the stairs, and my bedroom is off to the right, the door is open. I rush into my room and pause, self-conscious suddenly.

Am I going to pull out my toys in front of him?

I’ve never done that before. They have always been kept hidden away as if they’re my dirty little secret. Steve hated them. He used to say, ‘I didn’t need them when I had him. That he should be the only thing satisfying me.’ Unlike him getting satisfied by every woman he wanted.

Alex’s heat slides in behind me, and his fingers dig into my tense shoulders as he begins to ease the tension that comes whenever I think about Steve.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he whispers against my neck.

A frown forms on my face as I try to push back the dark thoughts that Steve has managed to put into my mind without even trying. I turn around in his arms and look up into his green eyes.

“I thought men were intimidated by women’s toys?”

“Real men aren’t,” he tells me, looking down at me seriously. “Watching you come apart underneath me, either through my own fingers or the vibration of a toy, will still make my dick hard.”

Oh, yes, please, I want that, I think while biting down on my bottom lip.

“Go, let’s have some fun. I hate the fact that I may have broken your toys for you,” he says with a pout which makes me smile.

I suck in a deep breath, turn around, and open the bottom drawer where I know one of mine is currently located. It’s a black wand and my favorite as it gets the job done right and first time every time—well, that was until the island.

“This is what you use?” he asks, and I nod once.

Alex holds out his hand for me to pass it to him. “Get on the bed, Ivy, and open those legs for me,” he says through gritted teeth as if he’s trying to hold himself back. I do as I’m told and jump onto my bed, letting my legs fall open, exposing myself intimately to him.