Only When It's Love: A Chick Lit, Romantic Comedy Novel: Holding Out For Mr Right

by Olivia Spring

  Gabriella was a distant memory. After they’d returned from Africa, she’d hung around for a few weeks and then decided to go and work abroad again. Even if she’d stayed, I can honestly say it wouldn’t have bothered me. I trusted Miles and knew that he loved me. We had a bond that nobody could break. I was sure of it.

  Yes, as challenging as this experience had been, now that the finishing line was in sight, I could say that I was definitely glad I had done it. The experience wasn’t over yet, though. The main event was yet to happen. In approximately two hours, I would know if my gut feeling was right. If Miles and I connected physically as well as emotionally and mentally.

  Like I’d said to Stacey earlier, I was absolutely shitting myself. Nervous and excited in equal measures. Miles, on the other hand, had seemed really cool and relaxed about the whole thing.

  We’d agreed to go to the clinic a few weeks ago to get our sexual health checked out, and thankfully, we both got the all clear last Monday.

  Miles had also sent me a copy of his diary so I’d know what time he’d be home each night, then gave me a key to his house and told me to just drop by whenever I felt ready to come over. ‘No pressure,’ he’d said. ‘Doing it off the cuff will be better, rather than plotting and planning a specific date and time.’

  I’d decided that this evening, Friday night, would be best. Miles generally didn’t work weekends, so we could both have two whole days off to look forward to. No need to worry about getting up early. Hopefully that would help us to be more relaxed.

  Before I’d left for work this morning, I’d taken out a sexy new black lingerie set I’d bought last month in anticipation of tonight and laid it out on the bed, ready to slip into when I got home. I was also going to wear my favourite fitted V-neck navy dress. I’d worn it to a work gathering Miles had invited me to before Christmas, and he was also a fan, saying I looked ‘smoking hot’ in it. Although I now rarely wore heels when we went out, usually opting for Converse or flats unless I felt like dressing up, tonight I wanted to wear some black patent stilettos. The occasion definitely called for it.

  I’d packed a bag to bring with me, including a change of clothes (although I hoped I’d be spending most of the weekend naked…), more lingerie, toiletries, some wine I’d bought at lunchtime and a bottle of massage oil Audrey had dropped off to me this morning, saying it might come in handy for my special night. So sweet of her. She was fully up to date with my challenge and said she was proud of me. Even Karen had messaged earlier in the week, wishing me good luck. Everyone was rooting for me. Funny, really. It was like I was graduating or about to take my driving test rather than about to have sex. It was a landmark, though. Although it might have sounded strange to some people, this was a big deal for me.

  Just over an hour and a half later, I had been home, showered, dressed and was climbing into the Uber I’d booked to take me to Miles’ place in Balham so I could arrive feeling relaxed.

  This was it. It was finally happening.

  I unzipped my handbag to check I had the key to Miles’ house. Yep. All good.

  God. I was so nervous. I could feel the butterflies building in my stomach.

  My phone pinged. Oh no. What if that was him saying his schedule changed or he had to work late?

  No. He would have let me know earlier. Miles was always reliable.

  I pulled it out of my bag. It was Roxy. I opened the message.

  * * *

  Roxy

  Happy bonkday!

  Make sure you don’t leave his house until you’ve fucked his brains out! Good luck, darling! xxx

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  Classic Roxy. I quickly typed out a reply.

  * * *

  Me

  Thank you!

  Well, that’s the plan! I’ll let you know how it goes…

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  Roxy replied immediately sending a row of banana, baguette and hot dog emojis and a winking face. Honestly!

  Speaking of food (which of course was definitely not what Roxy was referring to), should I order some? A takeaway, maybe? Would he be hungry? I hadn’t eaten much. The last thing I wanted when I was getting naked in front of him for the first time was to be all bloated. Not that Miles would care. I knew he’d love me however I looked. But I wanted to feel comfortable. To feel sexy. I’d also been paranoid about eating something, getting food poisoning and then spending our first night together on the toilet. That wouldn’t be romantic at all. So I’d just opted for a chicken salad using the leftovers from a roast I’d cooked last night. I felt okay, though. The protein should give me enough energy. I’d bought some nuts and snacks with me too, just in case I got peckish.

  Not long to go now. Miles’ road was just a few streets away.

  Shit, shit, shit.

  I can’t believe this is it.

  I thought about everything that had happened over the last six months. The ghosting with idiots like Connor. All the bad dates with those guys. Eddie and Carl, was it? No, Callum. Plus the others whose names I couldn’t recall. It wasn’t important now. That awful excuse for a man, Luke. I’d fallen for his charms hook, line and sinker. But I’d learnt from it. Then there was the gut-wrenching turmoil of not knowing whether or not I still had a chance with Miles, once I’d realised that he was the one. Seemed so obvious now, but at the time, I’d felt so confused. And then of course our reconciliation, when he’d returned to London. We still talk about that now. And then there’d been the last three months, which in contrast to all the years of uncertainty, stress and heartache, had just been so joyful. Sometimes physically frustrating, yes, but blissful at the same time. Calm.

  I never needed to worry about whether Miles would call or message or turn up. I didn’t have to think about what to do or say in front of him. He got me. Accepted me. Loved me for who I was. And there really was no greater feeling than that.

  I’d arrived.

  I stepped out of the cab, reached into my bag for the keys and opened the door.

  I could hear soft music coming from his large living room. I switched on the hallway light.

  Oh my goodness!

  As I glanced down, I saw that pink rose petals had been scattered along the wooden flooring.

  I smiled. How had he known I was coming this evening? I followed them like breadcrumbs as they led me to the bedroom.

  I stepped inside, where red and pink petals had also been spread across the crisp white sheets on his king-size bed. Sweet citrus-smelling candles had been lit around the room, and a bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket on the stylish oak bedside table with two champagne flutes and a large pink heart-shaped box of chocolates.

  Wow.

  I loved it.

  Although we’d said we didn’t want to make a big fanfare, he’d still tried to make it special. Done all of this. For me.

  ‘Good evening, my darling Alex,’ said Miles as he walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

  ‘Mmmm,’ I said, turning to face him and breathing in his beautiful scent. ‘Good evening, my darling Miles. This…the rose petals…everything, is incredible. How did you know I’d come tonight?’

  ‘I didn’t! I’ve been sprinkling these petals everywhere, lighting candles and putting the champagne on ice for the past five days!’

  ‘You sweetheart. Well, it all looks amazing!’

  ‘Not as amazing and as stunning as you. That dress. Mmm. So hot.’

  ‘Thank you,’ I said, running my fingers through his hair. ‘You’re looking pretty damn hot yourself. In fact, so hot, I think I better get you out of all of those clothes.’

  ‘Mmm,’ he said, kissing me on the lips. ‘I like the sound of that. I’d like that very, very much.’

  As we kissed, my hands slid under his jumper, pulling it upwards, our mouths parting for a microsecond as I pulled it up over his head. One layer down… one layer closer to finally discovering what lay beneath.

  I undid the buttons of his shirt, slowly. Like I suspected, it was immaculat
ely pressed. As he slid his arms out of his sleeves and his bare chest was exposed, I felt my knees buckle.

  Goddamn.

  What a magnificent chest.

  All this time he’d been hiding this away. All this time. My eyes bulged as I surveyed it, inch by inch. His chest was broad, solid and smooth. He had an outline of a six-pack. I knew he liked to keep fit and healthy, but I was not expecting a body like this. And his arms. As I’d suspected every time I’d held on to them, they were firm and muscular. I couldn’t wait to feel him on top of me. Our skin and our bodies against one another.

  I unbuckled his belt. His kisses grew firmer and more passionate. Miles unzipped my dress and it fell to the floor, revealing my black lingerie.

  ‘Holy shit. Alex…you are a goddess! You are so beautiful.’

  Fuck this slow unbuttoning. I wanted him. I needed him. Now. I pulled down his trousers, and then his black boxer shorts.

  Jesus Christ.

  ‘Now it’s my turn to say holy shit. How…? Where? How did you get that to fit in your pants?’

  ‘I managed…it wasn’t easy, though, as he was and still is very, very, very excited to see you. He’s been in hiding for a long time.’

  ‘Well, I hope he is now ready to be released into the wild…’

  ‘Oh, he is.’ He smirked. ‘He is more than ready.’

  Miles tossed his pants and trousers to the side, scooped me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed.

  I lay down and he climbed on top of me.

  ‘My God,’ said Miles, burying his head in my chest before unbuttoning my bra and taking my nipple in his mouth. ‘You’re so beautiful, I can’t decide where I want to start. I want to do so much with you. I want to lick and suck every inch of you. I want to be inside you. I want all of you.’

  ‘Me too,’ I whispered as I moved my hand up and down him, ‘and we’ve got all night and all weekend to do that. But I beg you, please. I need you inside me. Normally, I love the build-up, the touching, the anticipation, but we’ve had months of foreplay and so I just need you to make love to me. Right now.’

  ‘Your wish is my command.’

  Miles entered me without hesitation.

  ‘Oh…’ I moaned as I felt the first thrust. The initial sensation and feeling of discomfort caught me by surprise. Understandable, though. It had been a while. Only natural that my body needed time to adjust.

  We rocked backwards and forwards and quickly found our rhythm. As the blood pumped furiously through my veins, I began to really get into it. To love it.

  Our bodies moved perfectly in sync. Any concerns I’d had earlier about our compatibility instantly washed away.

  Every time his skin brushed against mine, I felt sparks of electricity flying. He leant forward, started sucking on my breasts, then teasing my nipples in and out of his mouth. His heart was beating faster and faster as he grinded into me.

  I grabbed onto his firm arse and pushed him further and further inside. I groaned with pleasure. I wanted him to go deeper. For this to go on all night.

  ‘Alex…oh, Alex…you feel fucking amazing.’

  ‘So do you, Miles, so do you.’

  I lifted my legs into the air, then wrapped them around his neck as he thrust harder and harder. Next, he rolled me on to my side as he slid in and out of me, making my body tremble with every stroke.

  After six months of abstinence, six long months of longing to be touched, the sudden flood of emotions and sensations became too much.

  ‘I think I’m…I’m about to come…’

  ‘Join the club,’ he panted, ‘I’ve wanted to come since I saw you in your underwear. Hold on a few more seconds, baby. Let’s try and come together. Roll onto your front and get up on your knees, please,’ he commanded. ‘I’m gonna pull out really quickly, so I can enter from behind. I want to get a good view of that magnificent arse of yours.’

  I rolled over and gasped as he entered me. Miles didn’t hold back. His hands grabbed my breasts, and we rocked back and forth, faster and faster, his thrusts growing stronger with every movement. Harder and harder, and harder…

  As I felt him explode inside of me, my heart raced and my body shook uncontrollably until it happened. Like a crescendo, the sensations built and built and built until I couldn’t hold on any longer and I collapsed on the bed.

  Miles rested on my back. Our bodies both dripping with sweat from our long-awaited workout.

  We lay there, our chests heaving, both trying to catch our breath. Trying to muster up the energy, the strength to speak. But right at that moment, no words were necessary. Our bodies had done all of the talking.

  That was not like normal first-time sex. That was so much more. It was as if we’d been sleeping together for months. Years. I had never, ever felt so connected physically to someone before. Ever.

  I couldn’t even describe it. Even though we’d never slept together before, somehow our bodies just knew what worked. What we liked. What we needed. It was incredible.

  ‘So,’ said Miles, regaining his composure and kissing my back, ‘worth the wait?’

  ‘Hell yes!’ I said, ‘You?’

  ‘Abso-fucking-lutely!’ he said.

  ‘Phew!’

  ‘Come here,’ he said, rolling off me onto his back and patting his chest for me to lie on. ‘I want to look at your beautiful face and run my hands all over your gorgeous body. I cannot wait to make love to you again.’

  ‘Me neither. I do not want to leave this room for the next two days. At least.’

  ‘I will be more than happy to stay here with you. Not just for the next few days, or few months or years, but forever, Alex. I mean it. This was it. The final piece of the puzzle. The part that would make our relationship complete. Confirm what I’d felt from that first night, our first date. That we were made for each other.’

  ‘You’re right. Everything just felt so natural. Like it was meant to be.’

  ‘That’s because it was,’ he said.

  Just at that moment, I felt something sticking to me. What the hell?

  ‘You okay?’

  ‘Yeah,’ I said, straining my neck to look down and see what it was. ‘Oh! Just rose petals stuck between my bum cheeks, that’s all.’

  ‘Oh!’ he chuckled. ‘You have no idea the fun and games I’ve had with these rose petals this week.’

  ‘Really?’

  ‘Yup. I sprinkled them on the bed on Monday and fell asleep on top of them, only to wake up and find the damn things had completely stained the white sheets. It looked like a crime scene.’ He laughed.

  ‘Oh my God, seriously? Sorry about your sheets, but that’s kind of hilarious! Not the bit about it looking like someone had been murdered obviously, but you know what I mean.’ I giggled.

  ‘I do, and I admit, I found it funny too. It always looks so romantic in the films. I had no idea. I got the hang of it, though. I worked out that if I slept in the spare room every night until you came round and bought a few extra white duvet covers to have on standby just in case, I’d be fine. So feel free to roll around the bed to your heart’s content.’

  ‘My hero!’ I said, showering his chest with kisses. ‘If it’s any consolation, it was very romantic. Thank you for persevering with those pesky petals.’

  ‘Anything for you.’ He kissed me on my neck.

  ‘So,’ I said, lifting my head from his chest to gaze into his eyes. Miles had started wearing contacts, which meant I now had a glorious, unrestricted view. ‘If we’d slept together, say, the first night we met or even the first weekend, do you think we’d still be together now?’ I asked.

  ‘I’d like to hope so, but I think waiting and everything we’ve been through has made the whole experience better. It’s brought us closer. Not just emotionally, but it’s made the physical connection more intense too. Made it more special.’

  ‘I agree. It really has. Who’d have thought a six-month sex ban would help me find my Mr Right! If I’d known that, I would’ve abstained yea
rs ago.’

  ‘Aha, if only it was that simple,’ said Miles, stroking my face. ‘Everything happens in its right place at the right time. The universe wasn’t ready for us to meet yet. If you’d started your challenge a year earlier or even a week later than you did, we may never have met.’

  ‘Very true. Well, either way, I’m glad the universe worked its magic, as I’ve never been happier and felt more excited about the future.’

  ‘Me too, Alex. Me too. Every good romcom needs a happy ever after, and we’ve got ours. This is only the beginning, though. The first instalment. The next chapter of our lives will be an even happier sequel.’

  ‘Sounds great! Sign me up!’ I said as Miles popped open the champagne and poured it into the two glasses.

  ‘Cheers,’ he said, kissing me on the lips then taking a sip. ‘Here’s to a long and very happy future together, filled with laughter, marriage, kids, and of course, lots of amazing sex. Speaking of which, buckle up, young lady. We’ve got six months of abstinence to make up for, starting right now…’

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