Page 123 of Say Hello, Kiss Goodbye

He glanced up, meeting her eyes, dark and primal as she lurched forward, crushing his mouth with hers. Tarquin clutched her waist and greedily drew her into his chest, the desperate caress of her tongue, her sweet taste arousing moans of joyful pleasure and erasing the angst of months spent apart. He kissed her deeper, faster, shifting slightly so the press of his erection gave her no doubt he was ready, leaving it up to her to call the shots.

She drew back, her pouty lips parting in a giggle as Tarquin’s hand threaded through her hair, its softness between his fingers, its scent arousing memories of snooker tables and macarons, Tower Bridge and cozy moments holding her in his arms.

“It’s good we’re not in Rupert’s house.” She grabbed the lube and squeezed it twice into her palm. “Might get loud!” She snapped the lid closed.

“Bring the noise, Ginger.” Tarquin chuckled and leaned forward, leaving a curve of open-mouthed kisses along her jaw as Leia’s hand skipped past his abs, her fingers taking ownership of his hot, hard cock. Her confident, slick strokes up and down urged a loud moan free from Tarquin’s mouth. “Your hands…ahh, I’ve missed them. I’ve missed you,” he gasped, the ache of anticipation building as she shifted back and bowed her head, her mouth joining in.

Fucking HELL! Tarquin groaned and melted into the pillows as her tongue flirted with his tip and teased around the head while her hands worked their magic. “Ohhh, god!”

With one hand, she gathered her hair out of the way and took him deeper, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure, her eyes smiling, watching him lose it.

Leia isn’t shy about getting me off. Always makes it extra wet and slippery. So fucking hot! His thighs twitched, the wet suction sending shockwaves surging through his body. If she keeps this up, I’m gonna come, but this is supposed to be about her. Fingers digging into the mattress, he fought through a strangled gasp. “Leia…?”

Her lashes fluttered as she popped off, her grin rising into a cheeky dare. “Betcha I’ll come first.” Her hand slid down his shaft and back up again, teasing.

Tarquin met her challenge with a strangled growl. “Come fuck me, gorgeous.”

Raising up on his elbow, he reached over, grabbing a new condom from the bedside table. Tarquin tore open the wrapper with his teeth as Leia added more lubricant to her hands and played with his impressive length gliding up…then down…and up, a wanton glint in her blue eyes.

Minx! She loves torturing me.

With Leia’s help, Tarquin put on the condom and settled back, enjoying the view.

She spread her thighs and clasped the base of his hardness, slowly immersing its thickness inch…by…inch in her tight, wet heat. Tarquin let out a low gasp as he filled her. She closed her eyes, her lips parting with a moan of overdue pleasure. “Ten months…” she mumbled, her lashes peeling open.

Tarquin sucked in a measured breath and caressed the soft skin of her thighs. “You okay, love?”

“I’m great! So great.” She rolled her hips back and forth, the slow sensation of slippery friction pulling a groan from Tarquin’s throat.

She remembers what I like. She’s never forgotten. A surge of love and longing filled his heart as his finger circled soft and slow above her entrance. “Leia, if anything feels uncomfortable, we can stop.”

“Nope. Never stop! This feels SO amazing.” She shifted back slightly, chasing the perfect angle as she upped her pace, rolling and grinding, lifting and lowering.

Being inside her, hot and slick, sliding in and out, Tarquin praised luck, fate, karma—everything and anything that’d helped him find Leia again. Ten months, ten long months of blaming himself, of regretting his choice to lie about his feelings. Would things have been different if he hadn’t? He lifted his head, watching where they were so deliciously connected as tingles grew at the base of his spine, the pressure building and building as Leia bounced and gasped, her soft lips turned up at the corners, breaths ragged, her breasts glistening with perspiration.

She’s not talking. She’s close—but so am I. “Leia, go on,” he groaned, his mind hazy with only one thought. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. “Win your dare!”

Swiveling her hips, she answered with breathy moans and a crinkle of her nose as she lost control and cried out, tumbling into ecstasy, her body’s internal spasms squeezing Tarquin tight.

I can’t wait another second. Tarquin let go, exploding inside her, each pulse shaking him to the core. Chasing breaths after her own climax, Leia gripped his hands, coaxing him through until the trembling subsided and he was completely spent.

I can literally see stars… fuck. His arms flopped down on the bed. Totally. Annihilated. Sex so good you want it with this one person, forever.

Leia leaned forward and pressed a soft, smiling kiss on the hard lines of chest. “I was gonna say I won, but let’s call it a draw.”

Still my Leia, still caring, still giving. He reached up, his hands tenderly cradling her flushed cheeks. God, I love her.

Time hadn’t changed a thing, not for Tarquin.

But what about Leia? They were a couple now, sharing, opening up, being more vulnerable and intimate than ever before.

Does she feel the same as me?

His eyes pored over her blissed-out grin, delightfully messy hair, swollen rosebud lips. In London you told me, ‘I want to love and be loved.’ Well, I’m all in. But are you? He brushed his thumb across her mouth, lips gently parted, breaths calming as she playfully bit his finger. Will your doubts and fears about relationships fade along with your orgasm?

Tarquin could only hope.

With a wistful smile, he slipped his hand into her hair as she swept a lost eyelash off his cheek. I haven’t said ‘I love you’ since New York. I desperately want to tell her again. Actually, I’m dying to shout it to the entire world! But she might feel pressured to say it back, and I don’t know if she’s there yet. I can’t risk scaring her off, not when it’s only been a week since we found each other again.