Page 61 of Say Hello, Kiss Goodbye

Leia sat back, clearly comfortable with her scars and being naked, apart from her barely-there lace panties. “So, what about you, Tarquin Octavius Balfour?” She shifted the macaron box closer. “What are your thoughts on the perfectly imperfect?” Leia glanced down at the last cookie, her expression darkening. “Oh! Speaking of which…” She tilted the container, sending macaron pieces sliding into its cardboard corner.

It must’ve shattered when it fell from her bag. Licking his lips, Tarquin curved forward, plucking the largest shard from the box. “I bet it’s still delicious, though.” He looked up through his hair, offering the half shell of pink cookie.

Her lips, warm and full, brushed Tarquin’s fingers, taking the broken macaron onto her tongue.

Those soft lips will be the death of me.

Chewing slowly, her eyes never wavered from his. She scooped up a drop of buttercream from the box. “It’s so sweet and tart.” She flashed a suggestive smile and offered her finger. “Want a taste?”

“Please.” His pulse throttling in his chest, he slowly took her finger in his mouth and sucked, savoring the tangy sweetness mixed with the saltiness of her skin. She arched toward him, her nipples hard and beckoning. Come here, gorgeous! I want to lick every inch of you. Heat pulsed in his boxer briefs, his erection fighting the constraints of the cotton. He pulled his mouth away, craving more. “Macarons are delicious, but there’s something even better…” He cupped her face, his thumbs caressing her silky skin. “You.”

Leia dropped the box on the table’s green felt and drew his shoulders toward her, meeting his mouth with renewed passion. Their tongues danced and tasted, their hunger for each other growing hotter with each sigh and tightening grasp.

Tarquin left her lips, leaning his forehead against hers. “You’re beautiful.” He smiled softly. “Every freckle, every scar—every inch.” He bowed his head and took her nipple in his mouth, his tongue and teeth gently teasing, coaxing a moan from Leia. She dug her fingers into his bare back, pulling him in tight, burying her nose in his hair.

I’m pressing hard against her thigh—she can’t have any doubts about how much I want her.

“Your condoms or mine?” she whispered.

“I’ll do the honors.” Tarquin let her go and ducked to the floor, rifling through his trouser pockets while Leia shimmied out of her panties, letting them slide down her bare legs to her toes. She kicked them off and flicked open the macaron box, helping herself to the last broken layer of pink shell, her eyes closing halfway in rapturous bliss.

Tarquin stood up, stepping out of his boxers. He rolled on the condom, his darkening gaze returning to the leggy blonde, mesmerized by her open thighs and tongue swirling around her fingers, licking sugary meringue. I adore her… so happy and carefree, a bit cheeky and naked as fuck.

“Want another suck?” An impish grin pinched her cheeks. She swayed her knee back and forth, inviting him in.

Tarquin swooped his arms around her waist and claimed her open mouth, kissing her hard and deep, the taste of raspberry fueling his hunger. She’s sweet and sinful and I can’t get enough. Leia cupped his balls while her other hand closed around his hard length, bringing him to where she waited wet and ready. Oh, dear god! I need to be inside her like I need to breathe. Squeezing her ass, tightness grew in the pit of his stomach as a low groan growled in his throat. “Leia, you’re so—”

“Yeah, look what you do to me.” She shifted and guided him inside, her breath catching as he sank in deep.

Christ. She’s hot and tight. Nothing is better than this. He gripped her waist and moaned, her urgent puffs of breath skating across his skin.

“Fuck me, Tarquin,” she begged in his ear, daring him as she teased his balls, stroking and gently squeezing. “Fuck me fast, so we can do it again…and again…” As she slipped her tongue along the nape of his neck, Tarquin shivered, desire quaking through his body. “Let’s set a new record,” she purred, digging the nails of her free hand into his ass. “Think we can beat three times?”

“Better believe it. I could do it with both hands tied behind my back.”

“Ooh, I’ll file that for later.”

“Good thing I have ropes from rock climbing, then.” Tarquin raised a speculative brow as he began to roll his hips. “A smart, beautiful woman once told me, ‘Be careful what you ask for.’”

Leia rode each slow thrust, a grin breaking through her gasps. “I always ask for exactly what I want.” She tightened her grip on his balls then released them, sinking her teeth into his shoulder. She playfully nibbled and then sucked—hard.

Oh, mother of… The pleasure of her wicked mouth rocketed straight to his throbbing penis as it slid deep in and out. Two can play at that game. Tarquin drew in a heady breath, his finger rounding the curve of her hip. He swept between her thighs and Leia pushed against his hand, his gentle touch, stroking, teasing a vulnerable whimper through her lips, parting with need.

“Make me come…”

Capturing his mouth, Leia’s tongue parted his willing lips, their kiss frenzied and deepening, hands grabbing, their passion chasing the same goal as Tarquin thrust faster.

Going at it like this, we won’t last long. Sucking and kissing, an uncontrollable rush of heat and urgency pressed heavy in Tarquin’s core. She feels so good.

Leia left his lips with a growl, her gaze wild and determined, watching where their bodies met again and again. She writhed against him, grinding, swiveling her hips, her hands gripping his shoulders, which glistened with sweat.

God, she’s unreal. She’s right here with me, not backing down, giving as good as she gets. Tarquin held her waist, kissing her again, tasting her as his hips slammed—forward and back, faster, deeper—reveling in her hot, slick skin and breathy moans growing louder with each thrust. It was almost too much, her sounds, her heat lighting his fuse. His thighs burned, aching for release.

I can’t come first. I have to keep climbing so I can watch her, see her finish. He left her lips and dug his fingers into the curve of her ass, fighting to focus, desperate to hang on. I can’t surrender first.

Tarquin barely got his wish.

“Oh, god!” Thighs squeezing tight, a silent groan stalled in Leia’s throat. She shook and clung to him, her whole being coming apart in his arms—and pulling him down with her.