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He strides forward and scoops me up into his arms, my hands flying round his neck as he presses his lips to mine.

Relief, happiness, excitement – it all bursts out from my aching chest and flows through my body as I arch into his, clutching to him for dear life as our kiss deepens, his tongue gliding against mine, his hands roaming all over my back with his fingers spread, like he’s checking that I’m a real-life human version of me and not some kind of mirage.

Whatever happens now, I won’t forget this kiss.

Not ever. It’s so full of hope, so giddy it’s almost clumsy, our teeth nipping, our tongues clashing.

I can’t get enough of him, I want him closer, I want to inhale him, to overdose on his smell, his taste, I won’t let him go.

To my dismay, he insists on breaking away from me momentarily so he can bend down to pick up my bag, shoving it inside the door before he swiftly returns to where he left me, crashing his mouth against mine where it belongs, and spinning me round to guide me inside, kicking the door shut behind him as he goes.

‘Fuck, I’ve missed you,’ he growls against my lips and I give a satisfied moan, before his hands drop to my thighs to lift me up, my legs wrapping around his waist.

As he carries me in what I assume must be the direction of the bedroom, I thread my fingers through his hair and press my lips against the corner of his mouth where those pretty crinkles form, trailing them along his jawline, aching to devour every inch of him that I have access to.

When he lowers me onto the bed and eases his weight down on top of me, he kisses me deeply while I claw away at his t-shirt until he gets the message, kneeling up between my legs to pull it up over his head.

He runs his hands slowly up my thighs, pausing to take a good look at me.

He grins, that warm, easy, dangerous smile of his that makes my body burn.

‘I can’t believe you’re here,’ he says, and the affection in his voice takes me by surprise. He leans forward to hover over me. ‘Say you’ll stay.’

‘I’ll stay as long as you want me,’ I whisper as his lips graze against mine teasingly.

‘Then you should have brought a bigger bag.’

He smiles, and the kiss becomes slow and sensual, the heat pulsing between my legs, my lacy thong growing damp with anticipation.

His tongue glides against mine and his hand moves down to the hem of my dress, pushing it up so he can slip his fingers beneath my underwear.

The groan of pleasure that emits from his throat when he feels how wet I am turns me on even more and I kiss him back greedily, my hands splayed over his broad shoulders, gripping into his taught, flexing muscles.

When he moves his hands to my hips and sinks his teeth into my lower lip, I moan, arching my back into him, grinding against his erection.

‘ Fuck , Iris. Do you know how often I’ve thought about this since you left?’ he asks huskily, his mouth pressing against my throat, my skin prickling with heat beneath every kiss as he makes his way down the neckline of my dress. ‘You’ve haunted me. You and your fucking perfect body.’

‘I may have thought about you once or twice,’ I say, smiling playfully.

He chuckles against my skin, the vibrations of his voice covering it in goosebumps. When he lifts his head to look at me wickedly, I know I’m going to pay for that comment.

Nudging the shoulder straps of my dress down my arms with his fingertips, he frees my arms before peeling the dress down from my body, taking my thong with it until they’re both off over my ankles and shoes.

Before he takes my shoes off, he takes a moment to look at me, naked but for my bra and heels, the muscle in his jaw twitching as his eyes flare with longing.

The heels come off next and last to go is my bra, my skin prickling with excitement as he unclips it and tosses it to the side of the bed.

Done undressing me, he begins to kiss the insides of my thighs, his lips moving agonisingly slowly up to my hip bone, my legs falling open wider for him.

My blood is swirling with heat and when he reaches up to palm at my breast, my nipple taught in his grasp, I whimper, lifting my hips up off the bed.

‘Was it really just once or twice you thought about this?’ he murmurs.

I can hear the smirk in his voice, before he grasps my hips and traces his tongue down from my belly button, his teeth grazing and searing my skin as he moves lower and lower.

‘Maybe three or four times,’ I choke out, my heart pounding.

‘Hmm, interesting,’ he says in a low voice. ‘Maybe you didn’t want it enough.’

When his tongue drifts across my clit for a split second, I almost buck into him, I’m so wound up. His hand comes back to my breast, squeezing it and driving me out of my fucking mind. He’s toying with me. Just like I toyed with him.

I’ve met my match.

‘Okay, fine, I thought about you a lot,’ I pant desperately, moaning as he rewards my honesty, applying just a little more pressure with his tongue. ‘ Fuck . All the time. All the fucking time, Leo. Why do you think I’m here?’

As his tongue swirls on my clit, he lets out a satisfied groan and I tip my head back, gasping at the flutter of sensation, my hands flying over my head, nails digging into the headboard of the bed, pushing it against the wall with a thud.

‘Oh my God,’ I moan, as he slides two fingers in, and I clench around him, my body writhing, my core tightening as the agonising sensation builds and builds.

It doesn’t take long for him to bring me close to the edge and then I’m falling, floating, closing my eyes as I give in to the hot burst of pleasure rippling through every muscle in my body.

Gasping for air, I let the tingling feeling subside as he makes his way up to me before I pin him on his back and press my mouth against the warm skin of his chest.

‘Your turn,’ I tell him.

I slide my hand over every ridge and dip of his rock-hard abs to the top of his shorts, a thrill running through me when I notice him swallow.

Pulling his shorts and boxers down his muscled legs and dropping them to the floor, I sweep my hair back so it won’t get in the way as I kiss my way down from his neck over his throat to his chest, my hand wrapping around his hard length and stroking him.

He groans, his muscles tensing and quivering, his breathing growing more ragged as I move down to replace my hand with my mouth, my tongue circling the tip before I take him in and suck.

He inhales a sharp breath. ‘Holy fuck .’

Wrapping my fingers around the base of him, stroking and sucking in tandem, his tortured groans become louder and more desperate, heat gathering between my legs as I acknowledge how turned on I am to be the one to give him this pleasure.

‘That feels so good, so fucking good,’ he grunts through clenched teeth. ‘God, shit, I’m going to come.’

‘Not yet,’ I murmur as I pull back, keeping my hand wrapped round him, my lips grazing up the warm, solid skin of his stomach. ‘I want you to come inside me.’

I hesitate, my chest tightening as I realise I need to ask a question.

It’s awkward as fuck, but it has to be done.

‘You haven’t… been with anyone else since I left, have you? It’s totally okay if you have, I don’t need details or anything, I just want to know if we need a condom.’

I consider how I’d feel if he said we did need to use one to be safe and a sharp jolt lurches in my stomach: irrational anger, desperate hurt, raging jealousy .

He props himself up on his elbows to look at me. ‘No, I haven’t been with anyone else.’ His lips curve into a smile. ‘I was waiting for you.’

As relief floods me, I can’t fight a smile, quirking a brow at him. ‘What if I’d never shown up here?’

‘Then I guess I would have been waiting a long time.’

I sigh, my heart thrumming. ‘I think I was always going to show up eventually.’

‘I know.’

Moving up to straddle him, I gently press my mouth to his, my hands pressed flat against his chest. He tangles his fingers in my hair.

There’s something different about this kiss.

It’s slow and sensual and caring. It’s weighted with meaning, an unspoken agreement of what this is, what it could be.

I dig my teeth into his soft, full bottom lip, letting out a sound of approval.

‘I’m obsessed with your lips,’ I murmur against them.

‘I’m obsessed with you.’

He crashes his mouth against mine and I respond to the surge of passion by grinding my hips, feeling him pulse beneath me, moaning into his mouth.

He tugs at my hair and I roll my hips against him once more, sending both of us into a wild frenzy.

Our mouths become hungrier and more demanding, nipping, tasting, licking.

He rolls me off him onto my back and moves his hand down to sink his fingers into me, a low, guttural sound emitting from his throat as he feels how ready I am for him.

‘Fuck,’ he growls.

‘I need you now,’ I whisper in response, arching into him.

He doesn’t hang around. As he buries his face in my neck and slowly pushes himself into me, his free hand finds mine, and lifts it back behind my head, his palm flat against my wrist, pinning it there against the headboard.

My breath catches at the full feeling of him sinking into me, the pressure and the pleasure that builds with every roll of his hips.

‘God, I’ve missed this feeling,’ he’s murmuring into my neck, his raspy voice almost drowned out by the pounding of blood in my ears. ‘There’s only you, Iris.’

He starts with slow and controlled movements, sending shivers down my spine, each deep, considered thrust generating powerful waves of pleasure that roll through my body. Our breathing becomes shallow and ragged, and his rhythm intensifies.

Groaning expletives as his hips rock into me faster and rougher, my muscles clench around him and he frees my hand, lifting his head to look down, his eyes blazing at me.

I drag my nails over his shoulders, but then he moves to lift my leg, hooking it over his shoulder and when I bite my lip and smile, my eyes fluttering shut at the incredible sensation of the angle, he thrusts into me deeper and a long moan falls from my lips.

‘Oh my God, you look incredible,’ he mutters, his skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. ‘So fucking beautiful.’

It occurs to me that this might have been the sort of thing he was imagining during our yoga classes together, fantasising about angling and stretching me this way.

I hope so, because I’ll now be thinking about this whenever I have to lie back and lift my leg up, remembering the feel of his shoulder rubbing beneath my calf, the way his eyes are glazing over with pleasure.

His hand returns to the heat building between my legs and when he rubs my clit with the perfect pressure, I almost lose it, my body clenching with need.

He groans helplessly as I tighten around him.

‘I’m close,’ I just about manage to say, feeling breathless as I hurtle closer and closer to the edge with every thrust.

When I tip over, he falls apart with me, the pulsing of his length inside me only intensifying the pleasure further.

Crying out in pure ecstasy, I clench and flutter around him, the sensation spilling and flowing into every inch of my body, leaving me trembling and shivering beneath him.

He collapses on to me, burying his face in my hair and kissing my neck before rolling onto his back to lie beside me.

We take a moment to catch our breath, lying side by side.

‘That was incredible,’ he says in a daze, lifting his hand to push his hair off his forehead. ‘Fucking hell.’

I lean over to kiss him on the cheek, before forcing myself up off the bed to go to the bathroom. I flash him a grin. ‘Coming here tonight was a good surprise, right?’

‘Good? That doesn’t even come close .’ He exhales, shaking his head, his eyes fixed on me as I go. ‘Best surprise ever.’