Page 42 of Redeem Me

‘I’ve never been more serious.’ Her wide lips part and all I can think about is slamming my mouth over them. But I won’t. Because while I’ve kissed between her legs, kissing another woman’s mouth feels too intimate. Too meaningful. Less like a transaction of pleasure and more like a sign of genuine affection. Because the last mouth I kissed was Isabella’s. And because, while I’m a wealthy man, when it comes to intimacy and affection, I have nothing. I give nothing and I expect nothing. I don’t deserve it, and I don’t want it.

Yet with Ivy, somehow, a part of me does. I want to kiss her. I want to wrap my arms around her. I want to drag her into my bed and keep her there.

‘Get on the bed,’ I growl.

‘No,’ she shakes her head vehemently. ‘You can’t just make me come and tell me not to go out.’

‘But I’m so good at it.’ I trace a finger over her exposed collar bone, dipping it beneath her towel and tearing it from her body. It falls to the floor along with my jaw.

Ivy’s body is pure perfection. Silky soft skin. Curves carved in all the right places. Rosy peaked nipples. The way it reacts to mine is magnetic.

‘You’re beautiful,’ I tell her honestly.

She stares at me with unashamed longing. This attraction between us is feral. It sucks the oxygen from the room until I can hardly breathe. She wants me as much as I want her. I feel it with every fibre of my being.

‘Call Rian and tell him you’ve changed your mind, and I’ll lick your pretty little pussy until you come all over my face.’

‘No.’ She stares at me with a defiance. I’d love to fuck it out of her and then kiss every inch of her better.

‘I bet you’re wet for me already.’ I skim my palms over her nipples and she hisses. ‘Let me take care of that ache for you.’

‘No.’ Her protest is weaker this time.

‘All you have to do is pick up the phone,’ I coax, running my hand lower over her stomach.

Even if she doesn’t call Rian, I’m going to devour her, anyway. The memory of her sweetness is all too fresh from Friday. The sound of my name on her lips as she cries out is more addictive than heroin.

‘I won’t do it,’ she says.

‘Let me see if I can persuade you.’ I slide my fingers lower and slip them through the slickness between her legs. She is saturated.

‘Is it the prospect of your date with my brother that has you wet enough to hydrate an army?’ I brush my lips over her ear.

‘You’re not playing fair,’ she hisses.

‘I never claimed I would.’ My fingers skim her clit, and she moans.

‘Call him,’ I insist, pressing my erection into her hip.

‘No.’ Her eyes fall shut. ‘I need more.’

‘Oh, baby, why didn’t you say so?’ I nudge her backwards until the back of her legs hit the bed. I give her a gentle nudge, and she falls backwards.

‘I didn’t mean…’

I’m on my knees with my head buried between her legs before she can finish her sentence.

‘Fuck, what are you doing to me?’ she pants.

‘I’m making you come so hard that even if you do go on a date with my brother, all you’ll be able to think about is this.’

I’m not doing this for her. I’m doing it for myself. Because it’s all I can think about every fucking time she’s near me.

Last night, it took all my willpower to stay in my office, knowing she was sitting there in my sitting room, probably waiting for me. Probably hoping for this. I don’t want to give into this thing between us. Don’t want to develop an obsession with Ivy Winters, yet here we are. I can’t stay away from her.

I need more time to get my head around the idea of fucking another woman in this house. Of fucking my nanny. Of fucking my best friend’s little sister. Of fucking up everything.

This is all I can give her right now, so I’m going to give it to her regardless of whether she goes out with Rian or not.

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