Page 121 of Tabloid Princess

“Thank fuck.” He breathed his exaltation across my face, and my heart all but stopped beating.

His hands slipped along my clothes, his fingers working the buttons on the shirt. “Oliver!”

“I’m missed you.”

“It’s been twenty-four hours.”

“That’s too long.”

I gasped as he pulled off my shirt, his fingers firm and insistent. “And what happens when you go to New York tomorrow?”

“Then I will be in theoretical hell.” His fingers turned to my jeans, unbuttoning them swiftly while I all but quivered, as his hand dipped inside and under the elastic of my knickers. My anticipation while I waited for him had been on the point of painful. His fingers as they slipped inside me, his palm cupping me as it pressed under the restrictive denim, all but finished me off with one touch.

With fast movements he pushed my jeans down with his free hand. All the while the other stroked a steady and delicate rhythm over my clit, slipping and sliding until I almost ground myself onto his fingers.

I stepped out of the jeans around my ankles, my legs shaking. Utterly indecent, he’d managed to take most of my clothes off while we stood by the front door. “Would you like to come upstairs?”

His eyes held mine. “Yes.”

Dressed just in my underwear, I pulled him along behind me trying not to overthink the situation.

I opened the door to my room, holding my finger to my lips. He nodded and then reached for me, burying his face in my neck, breathing me in. I quivered, my fingers grasping at the edge of his T-shirt. He let me go just long enough to pull it over his head, then his skin pressed into mine and I melted into a pool of sheer wanton desire. It flowed over me, all encompassing. Breaking away, I turned for my bed and crawled over the duvet, settling myself on my back and reaching my hands above my head.

He peeled off his jeans and I watched from under hooded lids as he took off one layer after another of being a prince until he was left just as Ollie.

“I think about this all day,” he murmured.

“Dirty thoughts?”

“Yep, while shaking hands all day long. You’ve utterly ruined me for princely duties.”

“So long as I haven’t ruined you for this, that’s all that matters.”

I arched my back, desperate to feel his hands on me, desperate to have him inside me.

This was different though. I’d let him upstairs and he knew what this meant. This wouldn’t be the quick fumble in the lounge the circumstances had necessitated the last few nights. Nana had babysat for me one evening so I could steal away to the warehouse where he took me apart and then put me back together again.

One night hadn’t been enough. Not for me; not anymore.

He curved a hand around my calf, running it along my leg, brushing my inner thigh. He repeated the gentle caress, each time getting closer to where I wanted him most. Finally, his fingertips brushed my swollen clit and I murmured in satisfaction. Then he moved to the other leg and started all over again.

By the time his fingers danced along the apex of my thighs I was whimpering, my hips lifting. Leaning forward, he caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking it and drawing it in deep. My fingers scrunched the bedsheets and my toes pointed.

With careful movements he swapped to the other breast.

He lifted his head to look at me. “How much do you want me?”

“More than anything.” My head thrashed from side to side. “More than anything, please.” I could barely control myself as I heard the rip of the condom packet in the darkness.

He pushed at my entrance, his lips catching mine and kissing me firmly as he pushed deep inside.

Everything imploded as he set up a deep rhythm. I couldn’t hold back the tingling and cresting wave. It happened almost instantly.

He chuckled as I gasped and clung on for dear life. He carried on pushing and thrusting, my early and unexpected orgasm exciting him even more. Tingles still waved through me with every drive of his hips.

He grunted as he came inside me, wrapping me tight in his arms, his lips on mine.

“Leia, I…”