‘Hard,’ I answer, though with him, it’s the only way.
He pulls the string tie at the side of my bikini bottoms and they fall to the floor with the top, laying me bare for him. His thumb grazes my throbbing clit, sending delicious shocks jolting in every direction.
I shimmy my ass towards the edge of the table.
‘Your body was made to take mine.’ He slides two fingers into my slippery core and my eyes roll into my head.
‘Show me,’ I beg unashamedly.
He tugs down his shorts with his free hand, working me with his fingers. I hiss, watching as he grips his cock and pumps. ‘Come sit on my lap,’ he purrs, sliding his fingers out. I launch myself onto him.
Our lips fuse, tongues dancing to a rhythm we’ve perfected. I lower myself onto his length, taking him inch by life-affirming inch until I’m full of him. His hands glide over the globes of my ass, fingers digging deliciously into my skin as he guides me into a slow and sensual pace. Even when I’m on top of him, he never fully relinquishes control. I love that about him. That and his eyes. They’re so deep, I could drown in them. We’ve had sex seventy different ways, yet this time feels different. More intimate. Like we’ve only been playing around until now.
We grind and rock, swallowing each other’s moans. My fingers rake through his hair, over the nape of his neck and down his back until I reach the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, tossing it on the floor.
‘I need your skin on my skin,’ I say, pushing my breasts against his chest.
Fire flashes in his irises as my hands skim over his. Intensity builds low in my stomach. It’s carnal but tender. Hot pleasure scorching me from the inside out. My nipples could cut glass. His hips jut upwards and into mine as I slam myself back down on top of them. His mouth movesto my jawline, sprinkling tiny kisses which set my spine shivering.
‘Cold?’ he asks, amusement lacing his words. His lips glide along my neck as he nips and sucks his way down to my nipple. He knows just how to tease me. I need more. Now.
I rest my palms on the hard planes of his obliques. ‘Caelon,’ I pant.
‘I need — ’ before I even get the words out, his hand reaches between our slick bodies and his thumb settles on my clit. I moan out my relief.
‘Is this what you wanted?’ He draws tiny, torturous circles before stroking my sweet spot again.
‘Stop torturing me,’ I plead, grinding harder against him.
‘But it’s so much fun.’ His lips lift in a wolfish grin.
‘I’ll do anything.’
‘Anything?’ His dark eyes light up.
‘Anything,’ I confirm.
‘I’m going to hold you to that.’ His thumb glides back to where I need it and when my legs lock tight and my fingers dig into his skin, he doesn’t tease me, and he doesn’t take them away. Our mouths meld again as I ride him hard until I explode on his cock and his fingers. Wave after wave of relief courses through me in the form of blinding, hot, hedonistic pleasure. My clenching core has him in a vice-like grip and he curses as he spills himself into me.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
CAELON
Ivy and the kids stay with me until I conclude my business in Portugal. It takes another eight days to resolve things, and while the days are sometimes long, drawn-out, and stressful, the nights are short, lust-fuelled, and tranquil.
Eight nights of waking up with her in my arms.
Eight nights of intense, soul-shattering sex.
Eight nights of whispered ‘I love yous’.
I haven’t slept as well in years. I feel rested, despite the tedious meetings and mountains of red tape.
We’ve been in our own beautiful bubble, but now it’s time to go home and I’m about to cash in on Ivy’s ‘anything’ promise.
The jet lands in Dublin just after five o’clock. It’s Saturday, so the traffic is heavy. Damon drives while I respond to a couple of important emails that can’t wait. Stephanie can deal with everything else.
Ivy sits in the back between the kids, who are watching a movie on their tablets.
