Page 37 of Say Hello, Kiss Goodbye

“Shh! Don’t tell anyone.” His grin dimmed as his eyes bore into her. “Truth is, I want to watch you come.”

Woah, okay! Tarquin doesn’t hold back either. I knew I liked this guy for a reason. She tugged him over to one of the two blue couches. “If I didn’t have performance anxiety before…” Pulling him down with her, she reveled in his delicious weight hovering above.

“You? Anxious? I don’t believe it.” He growled against her skin, stopping to leave soft kisses…one, two, three…each one a little more open and wet, a little more desperate.

Leia gasped, encouraging Tarquin’s mouth to roam lower down her neck. Oh! That’s… jeez, he’s good at this. His hands pushed up the skirt of her dress and skimmed her tights, sending her pulse into a frenzy. “Harder,” she whispered, the twinge in her leg all but forgotten.

He looked up, all heady gaze and puffy lips. “Sorry?”

“Kiss me harder,” she panted, her hands diving into his hair, twisting its softness between her fingers.

Tarquin obliged with soft bites and long sucks, his determined tongue dipping into the sweet, soft spot above her collarbone, sending shivers through her body and intensifying the hot ache pooling between her thighs.

Oh, god. Her eyes fluttered closed. Right. There. Yes! She bucked against him, meeting the long, hard ridge beneath the button-fly of his jeans. Fuck! A breathy groan escaped from deep inside her. His clothes need to come off. Now! She made fast work of his belt, threading it open as Tarquin pushed up from the sofa.

“What Leia wants, Leia gets.” He yanked off his cashmere sweater and tore at the buttons of his jeans, shoving the denim down his legs.

Impressive! Leia glanced up from the sizeable tent in his boxer briefs.

“Uh, I’m at a bit of a disadvantage here.” His lips rose into a mischievous dare she couldn’t ignore. “Can I see you, too?” he asked, motioning to her dress.

It is a bit chilly in here. “I’ve got an idea. How ’bout we role-play? Two strangers so hot for each other she doesn’t have time to take off her dress?”

“Oooh, saucy! That’s a bit ‘sneaky teenage shag behind the pub’, isn’t it?”

“I know, right?”

“You’ll get no complaints from me!” Tarquin eased her back against the cushions and Leia reunited with his mouth, desperate for his sweet taste.

Kissing hard and deep, her fingertips sailed up his back and shoulders, discovering chiseled muscle, the hard-earned prize of hanging off mountains and riding waves. If this is what extreme sports do, I’m a fan! She swept back down and traced his hips before joining the dark hair disappearing into his boxer briefs. A quick dip under the waistband and she curled her fingers firmly around him. He’s super hard—and thick! Tarquin groaned and rocked forward in her hand, prompting Leia to match his rhythm, her confident strokes up and down his hot silky skin pulling a loud grunt from his throat.

Leia pressed tighter, faster, her body arching, grinding against his while her mind shot off in a different direction. Dammit. We should’ve discussed… we can’t—fuck! She let him go, a gasping plea on her lips. “Tarquin…wait.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. His hands fled her hips, his eyes dark with want and concern. “Bugger! Is everything okay?” He pressed his slightly swollen lips together and shifted back, raking a hand through his hair, tousled from Leia’s adventurous fingers.

“Yes! I—it’s just…” She sat up on her elbows as Tarquin rubbed his forehead like he was trying to scrub all thoughts of sex from his mind. There’s no sexy way to say this. Leia swallowed into a twisty smile. “STIs? I’ve been tested—have you? Do you have anything…?”

His serious expression melted with relief. “Oh! Nope, no, never have I ever. I’m STI-free. My last test was before Christmas, and I always use condoms—even if my partner is on birth control. Speaking of, are you?”

This was easier than I thought. Gotta love a guy into hooking up. “Yep, I have an IUD, plus…” She unfastened the buttons on one of her dress’s pockets, removing her phone and a foil wrapper. “I brought four. I’m up for it. Are you?” Her heavy gaze fell to the thick bulge straining against the thin cotton of his boxers.

“Ooh, you challenging me, Ginger?”

Gingah! Gimme more of those silent Rs—but they better be the only thing about him that’s silent. She bit her bottom lip. Guys who aren’t quiet during sex are so hot. “You know it.”

He lay back down, gathering her in. “Well, Spice Girl”—he whispered—“tell me what you want, what you really, really want.”

A giggle burst from her lips. “Be careful what you ask for.”

“Don’t ask, don’t get.” He teased with a wink.

“That’s true.” Condom in hand, she arched an eyebrow. “So, Tarquin”—she pulled his underwear down over his hips—“I want your cock.”

“Well, he wants you, too.” Tarquin yanked off his boxer briefs and tossed them to the floor, his hardness standing to attention. “I love how direct you are.” He hooked his fingers under the band of her tights. “May I?”

“If you don’t, I will!” she blurted.

Tarquin smiled and hurriedly peeled them from her waist. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” His lustful gaze followed the black hosiery skimming along her pale skin. Down her hips, along her thighs, over her knees—where his eyes halted for a split second.