Page 50 of Redeem Me

‘You hungry?’ The tips of Caelon’s fingers brush against mine, and he twists his head to face me with a rare half smile. Our eyes connect and it feels more intimate than when I was on all fours on his desk.

‘Always.’ I beam at him. ‘I never met a calorie I didn’t like.’

‘You want that ice cream? Or something else?’ he asks, flames licking the edges of his ebony irises.

‘Something else.’ I tilt my face upwards. ‘I know you don’t do romance, but if this was a real date, this would be the perfect place for a first kiss.’

‘I’ve kissed you before, Tranquil.’ His gaze falls to my mouth.

‘Not here, you haven’t.’ I press a finger to my lips, a million butterflies soaring through my stomach, waiting.

Seconds pass and he doesn’t move. A pained expression crosses his face. That guilt again.

It’s okay.

I sidestep, closing my eyes and tilting my face up to be kissed by the sun instead. Within seconds, a shadow looms over me, though the chill that swoops over my spine isn’t a cold one. It’s sizzling hot and full of promise. My eyelids snapopen to find Caelon towering over me, the pained expression on his face replaced with a promising one.

‘I suppose I’m going to hell anyway…’ He shrugs, then his hard, hot lips crash onto mine, hungrily parting my mouth with his tongue, demanding entry, deep and hot and urgently.

I submit to his kiss, grabbing his polo shirt, twisting it in my fist. His arms reach around my back, yanking me against his taut torso until our bodies are flush, hip to hip, toe to toe. My skin fizzes. My legs are weak. I could kiss this man all damn day and it wouldn’t be long enough. My soul is on fire. The rest of the world melts away as his tongue dances with mine, exploring, capturing, claiming.

All too soon, he pulls his mouth from mine and I feel bereft.

‘How badly do you want that ice cream?’ he demands.

‘It depends on what else you’re offering.’ I shimmy against him.

‘I’m offering you exactly what you wanted.’ He dips his face to my ear, nibbling on the sensitive skin of my lobe. ‘My penis, not a proposal.’

Excitement fizzes through me in dizzying waves. ‘In that case, what are we waiting for?’ I slip my hand in his and drag him back towards the car before he changes his mind.

The drive home is silent, the air thick with tension. I’m frightened to open my mouth in case he has second thoughts.

When we reach the house, Damon is manning the gate. He glances curiously between us, greeting us with a curt nod.

The gate slides open, and it feels like it takes forever to glide up the driveway. Caelon abandons the Bentley at the front door, not even bothering to lock it.

I follow him out of the car, a split second behind. He pauses at the top step.

‘Are you sure this is what you want?’ His velvety voice low and guttural. ‘Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.’

‘I want it.’ More than I’ve wanted anything in my life. I want him to unleash himself on me.

‘Let’s go.’ I push him through the front door.

Chapter Twenty-Three

CAELON

The door slams shut behind us, and I pounce on Ivy before she changes her mind. If she had any idea of how truly fucked-up I am, she wouldn’t want me near her, so it’s imperative we do this before she realises that, when I’m not imagining burying myself in her, I’m imagining burying bodies in the ground. She’s so sunny, so perfect and so damn positive with herlet’s just live for todayspiel, and I’m so dark, so troubled, and yes –she has it right – tortured.

My lips fuse with hers, and my hips pin her against the wall. It’s a good job there are no housekeeping staff in today because I wouldn’t be able to stop myself taking her right here, right now.

I’ve held back for long enough. There’s no going back. I’ve kissed her and I’m doing my damn best not to overthink it. Not to spiral. Ivy’s only here for the summer. There’s a time limit on this thing. There’s no need to panic.

She melts into me, her body writhing against mine. Eager hands grapple my neck, dragging me further into her like she’s silently willing me to devour her. My cock is rock solid between us, nudging the junction between her parted legs. Igrab a handful of her pert tits and squeeze. She bucks against my pelvis in response.

Tearing my lips from hers, I run my tongue over her jawline and along the column of her throat. My fingers circle her wrists and pin them against the wall over her head. ‘I can’t believe you went out with my brother. Did he make you writhe like this? Do you wish it was him pinning you against this wall? His cock pushing at your entrance?’

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