Page 71 of Redeem Me

‘Get up on the piano right now. You have a date with my tongue and some stars.’

She scans the room. ‘What if someone sees us?’

‘If they don’t see us, they’ll definitely hear us. Now get on the fucking piano. Or do I have to tie you to it?’

Chapter Thirty-One

IVY

Caelon wasn’t joking. We spend the weekend at the hotel eating and drinking like royalty, then fucking everywhere and anywhere like carefree peasants. The place is bigger than the mansion in Malahide and every bit as opulent, inside and outside.

The hot tub is built into the ground at eye level with the lake, and is almost as big as the swimming pool, but twice as warm, which is why we’re in it for the third time in two days.

Caelon is different away from Dublin. Maybe it’s not having to worry about the kids. Or maybe it’s because he hasn’t bothered to look at his phone, let alone respond to any emails. Or maybe it’s because he’s away from the permanent reminders at home of all he’s lost. There’s a boyishness to him I haven’t seen before. Maybe this is the Caelon Isabella fell in love with.

‘I wish we could stay forever.’ I rest my chin in my palms and prop my elbows on the side of the hot tub, memorising every meter of the horizon. I want to be able to summon this scene for the rest of my life.

‘We could, you know.’ He sidles closer, placing his hand onthe small of my back. ‘We could keep this for ourselves as a holiday home instead of opening it up as a hotel.’

My stomach flips. He’s talking like we have a future together.

Do we?

I know I’m the one who insists on not making plans, but given half the chance, I’d make plans with Caelon because I can’t imagine my life without him. Or without Owen and Orla.

‘If only.’ I turn to face him. However stunning the scenery, it has nothing on the man beside me. Droplets of water glisten on his sharp cheekbones and his eyes glitter like two onyx diamonds.

‘You’d probably get bored after a while,’ he teases, tugging at the string of my bikini top until it comes undone. ‘I mean, you’re young. You’d probably rather be in Elixir, dancing to Taylor fucking Swift and drinking cocktails than stuck here with me, right?’ The glint in his pupils proves he knows he’s talking utter bollocks.

‘I’m sure you could find a way to entertain me.’ I shrug. My bikini top flaps in the breeze, supported by only one thin string at the nape of my neck. ‘Unless you’re tired… Is keeping up with me depleting all your energy?’

He grasps my wrist under the water and drags my hand to his swimming shorts. ‘Does this feel tired to you?’

‘It feels like it needs some love.’ The words are out before I think about them. My big mouth strikes again. I tense, waiting for him to pull away, but for once, Caelon doesn’t flinch at the ‘l’ word.

‘It can wait.’ He releases his grip on my wrist and reaches for the remaining tied string, tugging it and tossing my top away. My nipples harden under his greedy stare.

‘You’re so fucking beautiful, Ivy.’ His palms reach for mybreasts, kneading and squeezing while his thumbs circle my sensitive nubs.

‘You’re not too bad yourself.’ I inch closer, resting my hips against his, searching for friction. His face dips and his lips catch mine with a tenderness I’m not expecting. He moans into my mouth as I surrender to the sensation of his lips and tongue and the fizzing tingles blitzing through my body.

His fingertips skim lower, setting goosebumps over my skin before dipping beneath the water to pull the strings either side of my bikini bottoms. They float to the surface as I sink deeper into Caelon’s kiss, widening my feet as his hand travels between my legs. When I reach for his cock, he slaps my hand away.

‘Patience, Ivy,’ he murmurs. ‘Let me take care of you.’

‘No.’ I squeeze my thighs together, halting his hand. ‘Let me take care of you for once.’

‘Later,’ he whispers.

‘Now.’ I’m adamant, slipping my hand inside his waistband. ‘I want to worship your body, the way you worship mine.’ Our eyes lock and that tortured look creeps back.

‘What is it?’ I wish he’d open up to me. I’ve given him all of me, and he’s still locking a part of himself away.

‘I don’t deserve to be worshipped. I told you already, I’m not a good man.’ He shakes his head and rakes his fingers over his scalp.

‘I don’t believe you.’ I wrap my hand around his length and pump, watching as his eyes roll back in his head. ‘You’re a good man, Caelon.Myman, and I want to make you feel good.’

‘You already do.’ He stills my hand with his. ‘Just being with you makes me feel good – better than I deserve.’

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