Say Hello, Kiss Goodbye - Jacquelyn Middleton Page 0,138

a blow job right now? Do that thing you like with my tongue?”

“You could, but I’d rather come when I can pleasure you as well.”

“Right.” Leia sagged in his arms and withdrew. “Of course.”

Shit! She thinks I’m one of those blokes who recoil at the sight of period blood. No, no, no. That is NOT me. Tarquin’s fingers skated up her thigh. “But if you did want to fool around, you wouldn’t hear any complaints from me.”

She flashed him a Yeah, right look, her gaze falling to the pulled back duvet.

“Leia, I love all kinds of sex. When it’s during a woman’s period, yeah, it’s different, but not in a bad way. It feels extra warm, super wet and slick. It’s fucking amazing, actually.” His penis throbbed. Yeah, not that I have to tell you that, mister! Tarquin bent his neck, seeking her doubtful eyes. “But regardless of how I feel about it, how do you?”

“I enjoy it—well, I did.” She sat up. “Tyler and I only did it once. After that, he wouldn’t touch me when I was on my period.”

Tyler? That’s his name? Every Tyler I’ve known has been a complete wanker. “Well, it’s not everyone’s cuppa.”

Leia tugged at the band of her panties. “No, I mean, he hated it. Tyler’s actual words were, ‘I’m not sticking my dick in there again. It’s disgusting.’”

Anger swelled in Tarquin’s chest. “The cheek of him! Any guy who makes his partner feel embarrassed or unclean because her body is doing what it’s biologically meant to do should fuck right off! Seriously, like ejaculate isn’t messy?! Sex is messy. And sticky and weird and…wonderful!” He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her tight. “I’m glad you got rid because Tyler is a daft prick!”

“I won’t argue with that.” She huffed. “His reaction upset me at first, but ultimately, he lost out on having tons of sex with his horny wife. I get super aroused when I’m on my period. I reach orgasm faster, and they’re longer and way more intense.”

“Cor, I like the sound of that!”

“I’d leave him with his beers and video games and indulge in some me time in the bath.” Leia smirked. “The showerhead always made me come harder than Tyler ever did.”

“Now there’s an image.” Tarquin pressed a lingering kiss on her temple. “I’m so sorry he let you down, Leia.”

“Thanks,” she said quietly. “Have you slept with many women during?”

“A few, not many. It’s always felt quite vulnerable—for them and me—which made sleeping together incredibly intense and intimate. It’s not something you do with just anyone, you know?”

Leia nodded.

“That’s why Tyler’s overreaction baffles me. A husband, of all people, should be loving and understanding, not rudely dismissive or disrespectful. He had one job: to worship his wife.”

“Well, to be fair, he was great when we first got together, but…” She shrugged and trailed off into a heavy exhale.

Tarquin brushed her hair away from her eyes. “It must’ve been tough, having him rebuff your desire for deeper intimacy. You deserve better, Leia.”

She caressed his cheek. “That’s why I’m with you.” Leaning in, she kissed him tenderly. No tongue, no sucks or flirty bites, just a soft, sweet kiss of gratitude and respect.

And maybe even love?

Tarquin’s heart galloped ahead, but Leia’s words over cake and coffee a week earlier tugged the reins as he kissed her back: “We have to take it slow.”

She’s right. I can’t fast-forward or allow my expectations to run riot like I usually do. He vowed he’d let Leia lead. And you, Balfour? Follow her and enjoy the incredible view. Her sexy butt wiggle? Totally worth it.

Leia pulled away, a playful glint frolicking in her blue eyes. “Remember I said I get extra horny…”

“Remember? My dick can’t forget!” He motioned downward, his erection growing harder by the second. “So, whatcha fancy, Ginger? I can put towels down on the bed, or we could shower together…”

“I’d prefer here. Cowgirl—me on top—if that’s okay? It’ll let me control how deep you go.”

“It’s more than okay!”

She smiled. “And you won’t hurt your poor elbow, propping yourself up.”

Always thinking of others. “Well, in that scenario, the discomfort would be worth it!” Tarquin kissed her quick. “Just gimme a…” He climbed off the bed and raided the en suite’s linen closet, pulling out several large towels.

“But…do you have a washing machine here, or would we use Fiona’s?” Leia’s worried gaze followed him back to the bed. “For the towels…after.”

“I’ve got one.” He smoothed the dark towels over the fitted sheet.