38. Ivy
Chapter Thirty-Eight
IVY
The boat isn’t just a boat, it’s a multimillion-euro yacht, stretching an impressive one hundred and fifty feet from bow to stern. If I wasn’t already well-acquainted with Caelon’s beautiful big dick, I’d have to wonder if my darling boss was trying to make up for something. But no, he’s the full package.
The Beckett logo is emblazoned on the yacht’s bow in a gold italic font that matches the sign outside the hotel. It’s gleaming white with sleek aerodynamic lines and large, tinted windows that wrap around the main salon and upper decks, providing panoramic views of the sea. The deck is lined with polished teak, and there’s a spacious sunbathing area furnished with plush loungers and umbrellas.
A delicious warm breeze whips through my hair. I snap a hairband from my wrist and scrape my unruly beach waves into a ponytail on top of my head.
‘Did you bring my favourite bikini?’ Caelon asks, nodding towards the stern. He’s changed into a pair of navy swimming shorts and a white polo shirt that complements his tanned skin and taut muscles. Raybans shield his eyes from the blistering sun.
‘I’m wearing it under this.’ I glance around, looking for the crew, who made themselves scarce as soon as we set off, the yacht gliding gracefully through the azure water.
‘Good, we’ll anchor somewhere private in a while.’ His suggestive tone leaves his intentions crystal clear. My stomach flips. No matter how many times I have this man, I doubt it’ll ever be enough.
‘My parents loved you,’ Caelon says, taking my hand and guiding me towards one of the plush seating areas.
‘I think they’re just happy they caught you smiling.’ I slide onto a seat and tuck my legs beneath a glass-topped table. I tilt my face up to the sun, revelling in the warmth kissing my cheekbones.
‘ You make me smile, ’ Caelon says in a low voice. ‘ You drive me fucking crazy sometimes, strutting around in tiny outfits and dating my brother, but being with you makes me…’ he pauses for a second and I tilt my face to meet his gaze, ‘feel alive.’
Warmth blooms in my chest and heats my blood. ‘You drive me fucking crazy strutting around in those sexy suits and looking all tortured, but being with you makes me…’ I pause, trying to think of a meaningful word that captures how he makes me feel, without terrifying him. ‘Being with you makes me feel strong.’
‘You are strong.’ He yanks the strap of my playsuit down, ‘And sexy. And smart.’
‘Shame my family didn’t get the memo.’
‘Fuck them.’ His lips part and I get a flash of perfect white teeth. ‘Take this off.’
I glance around the empty deck. ‘What if someone sees?’
‘What if they do?’ he teases, tugging the other strap down. ‘You never struck me as the shy type. ’
‘You know exactly what type I am,’ I remind him, my mind wondering back to the first night we met.
‘ My type,’ he says gruffly, like it’s a curse instead of a compliment, but before I can overthink it, he grabs my waist and hoists me up onto the table. I shriek as my backside hits the hot glass and he rasps out a cruel laugh. ‘It’s about to get hotter,’ he says, tugging my playsuit down to my stomach and wiggling it down my hips and over my shoes.
He’s still fully dressed while I’m sitting in my bikini and heeled wedges for his pleasure. I’d love to get another look at his toned body and that tattoo. There’s something so damn arousing about it. Why did he pick the phoenix? Maybe one day I’ll get the chance to ask him, but not today.
‘Take your bikini top off.’ It’s not a request.
I glance around once more before pulling at the small bow at the back. The Lycra falls to my lap, then slides to the floor. Caelon hisses out his approval.
‘You’re so fucking beautiful,’ he says, as his greedy eyes drink over my body. ‘I didn’t want to want you, but I can’t help it. Just like your name, you’ve grown tenacious roots beneath my skin. You’ve breached the walls of my house, and you’ve weaved your way into my heart.’ He pauses and the air swirls thickly between us.
He pushes his sunglasses onto his head. Our eyes lock with an intensity more powerful than the sun. I swear I can see his soul through those giant, dark orbs. I suck in a breath, holding it like it might be my last.
Three little words hang like a guillotine about to slice through life as I know it. Anticipation hums in my veins.
I’ve fallen so hard for him. I can only pray to fuck he feels the same.
His fingers skim over my breasts, sending shockwaves rippling in every direction. ‘I love you.’ It’s barely more than a whisper, but I hear it loud and clear. ‘It fucking terrifies me,’ he admits, ‘but I do.’
He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.
As the significance of his words washes over me, my blood turns to hot molten lava and my whole body vibrates with pleasure. ‘I love you, too.’
His lips capture mine, cementing our mutual confessions with a raw, primal carnality that sets shivers soaring over my spine. I lean into him, and he pulls me tighter until our torsos are flush. I need more. I need every inch of him against every inch of me. I need him inside of me. I need us to be one.
He breaks our kiss, his eyes boring into mine again. ‘Your brother is going to murder me when he finds out I’m in love with his little sister, and we’ve been fucking our way through the Kama Sutra.’
‘He doesn’t need to know. Not yet.’
‘He does.’ He cocks his head. ‘I hate lying to him. You’re mine and I want the whole damn world to know it.’
I glance at Caelon’s hands. ‘Can we talk about this when I’m not nearly naked and wet? My boyfriend just told me he loves me, and I want him to show me. Actions speak louder than words, you know.’
Caelon’s lips twist. ‘You have an awful habit of distracting me from important issues.’ He pinches my nipples between his fingers, inciting a moan of pleasure.
‘The only important issue right now is making me come,’ I pout.
He shakes his head, a low chuckle rumbling from his ribcage. ‘Horny brat,’ he tuts. ‘Fine. But we have to talk about this later.’
I roll my eyes. ‘After you make me come.’
‘How exactly would you like me to make you come?’ His tongue darts out over his lower lip and his palms fall to my thighs .
‘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 moves to 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.