Say Hello, Kiss Goodbye - Jacquelyn Middleton Page 0,86

his head to meet her eyes. “But are you wet enough for…? I wish I could feel you.”

“You will in a sec.” Leia fumbled underneath their coats. “Sorry!” She snickered. “This is tough one-handed.” She twisted her lips like she was figuring out a difficult math problem. “I’m just moving my panties aside…”

Kill. Me. Now! “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Tarquin felt his zipper tug downward. She is such a firecracker. I love it! “Leia, just so you know, I don’t think I’ll last lon—”

Leia claimed his lips and kissed him slowly and deeply, her right leg hooking around his right knee as she freed him from his underwear.

I’ll never forget this. Savoring her mouth, Tarquin closed his eyes, feeling her wetness, her hand guiding him inside. Oh, sweet lord! Pushing into her tightness, hot and slick, Tarquin moaned into their kiss. He rocked slowly with her, feeling her determined finger slip between them.

He snuck a peek down the bridge. Fuck! He abruptly left her lips. “Leia,” he whispered, nuzzling into her hair, “coppers on the approach…”

“You came in, what, three minutes?” Wearing nothing but his boxer briefs and the scent of sex, Tarquin placed his Rolex on his nightstand. “You sure you’re not having me on? Because that didn’t feel like your first time in public.”

“In my head, it wasn’t.” Leia popped the front clasp on her black satin bra and shrugged it off her shoulders, dropping it on a chair where her dress lay, neatly folded. “I’ve fantasized about it a lot!” She crossed Tarquin’s bedroom. “With you.”

Bring those flirty black panties and that gorgeous ass back here. His thoughts of sliding the delicate satin down her hips and taking her from behind blazed a torrent of heat in his boxers. “You didn’t even flinch when that cop car zoomed past.” He strolled back to his en suite and dropped a pinky-white bath bomb into the water rising in his soaker tub. It spun and fizzed, releasing swirls of rosy bubbles. “Or when those tourists stood nearby. They were posting on Instagram like mad.”

“Well, you did say not to make sudden movements.” Leia unwound her bun, letting her blonde waves tumble over her naked shoulders. She combed it quickly with her fingers and opened his bedroom door.

“Where you going?” He walked back into the room, adjusting himself. “Can’t be far, dressed like that.”

She peered down the hall. “I thought I heard a scratch. Mrs. Chuzzlewit…”

“Ah, I knew she’d wrap you around her little paw. She’s probably up in the gallery, attacking her stuffed mousie.”

“Mousie?” Leia giggled. “Or enjoying some private time”—she gave him a playful smirk—“away from her fans. I saw her Instagram.”

Yeah. Cheers for that, Simon. Fucker.

“Oh, Tarquin—”

“I know! It’s daft.”

“NO! It’s fantastic! And hilariously cute.” She stepped over her discarded flats and climbed onto his bed. “The fact that you love her so much says a lot about you, Han Solo.”

“So, you’ll still shag the catstagrammer, then?” His eyes trailed down to her breasts and back up again.

“Like you have to ask! I’m half-naked, waiting to straddle you in that oversized tub.”

Cannot wait! He bit his bottom lip and grinned, fighting to carry on the conversation despite the growing distraction in his pants. “So, why don’t you have an account? You could show off your travels, nights out, your dresses?” And keep me in the Leia loop. I hate the thought of wondering how you are.

“Trust me, my life is not that interesting. Who cares what I have for breakfast?”

“I do! I’m still hoping to find out…”

Leia smiled demurely and broke eye contact, her hands bunching up the duvet. “Maybe we should do something about that.”

Ooh, I like the sound of this. “So, who’s the rule breaker now, Ginger!”

She gazed up at him. “Well, if we can’t break them on our last night…” A subtle shrug lifted her shoulders.

First dinner, now breakfast. Will she put the ‘no relationship’ rule to bed, too? Tarquin’s smile grew. “I’ll gladly make you breakfast. What would you like?”

“Pancakes! But”—she let out a ragged breath—“what I really want is to wake up with you, hold you until it’s time to say our goodbyes. I mean, if that’s okay.”

Tarquin’s heart hammered against his ribs. “Leia, like you have to ask.”

She grinned, snatching one of his bed’s pillows. “You better have maple syrup for breakfast and…other things.”

This is perfect. “What Leia wants…” Tarquin glanced over his shoulder, expecting a mountain of bubbles cresting the curved sides of his tub, but murky pink