Singapore Fling (4 page)

Saxon left her then, the brush of his feet on
the carpet grew fainter as he walked away. Carly forced her eyes
open and searched for him in the dimly lit room. He entered the
bathroom but it was on the wrong side of the bed, her head whipped
around and her gaze stopped at his suitcases in the corner. They
were in his room? She was in his bed? Obviously the hot and heavy
session by the front door wasn’t the end of things.

He’d said they had the weekend
and they did. They had no reason to go anywhere or do anything.
They could spend the entire time in bed. Or against the wall. Or on
the floor. Water hit porcelain in the bathroom. Carly’s lips
twitched with a smile.
Or in the
shower.
Her gaze moved back to the bathroom
door where steam billowed from the opening and floated out into the
room to hover near the ceiling. Saxon’s large build filled the
doorframe, his nude body concealed from view by the white vapor
swirling around him.

She watched as he strode toward her, totally at
ease with his nakedness. The cock that had given her so much
pleasure bobbed against his stomach, ready to please her again. The
tip glistened with a drop of fluid and she licked her lips at the
remembered taste of his cum.

Saxon growled. “You have a very naughty mouth.
I can see I’m going to have to keep it busy.”

He bent and brought his mouth to hers. She
expected him to ravish, but he didn’t. He teased her lips with his,
stroked and brushed from one corner to the other. His tongue
slipped out to map the crease between her lips, pry them apart and
slide inside. Still he didn’t plunder. With slow, gentle laps he
explored the inside of her mouth. Dipping deeper, he traced her
teeth and toyed with her tongue. When she tried to suck him in he
eased back and scraped across her teeth again.

Carly moaned, the sound swallowed by his mouth,
and she opened wider to invite him to explore more but he either
didn’t get the hint or chose to ignore it. With a thoroughness that
left her dizzy, he worshiped her mouth. Arousal simmered under her
skin and she thought she’d go mad if he didn’t take the kiss
further. His tongue disappeared and his mouth lifted to brush over
hers before he pulled away completely. Her lips clung to his for as
long as possible.

The hunger to have him trembled through her. He
inspired yearning greater than any Carly could remember. Lusting
after him for months was bad enough but now that she’d had him she
wanted more. How would she ever go back to just working for
him?

“Come on, lazy bones, time to get all
wet.”

Wet? She was already wet. He just had to put
his hand between her legs to figure that out. She still couldn’t
find the energy to move but Saxon solved that, he picked her up and
carried her to the bathroom. Steam coated her face, filled her
lungs and clung to her skin. The tap poured water into the huge
monstrosity of a tub. Carly estimated the bath was big enough for
four people.

He lowered her down his body, every naked inch
of it, until her feet touched the floor. Her toes curled inward,
the tiles cold beneath her feet. She sucked in a breath and
shivered. The water level had reached halfway and Saxon leaned over
to flick the tap off. His big hands wrapped around her waist and
lifted her over the side into the water. She flinched.

“Too hot?”

“No, a shock after the cold floor though.” She
started to sit.

“Wait. Let me get in behind you.”

Saxon straddled the tall sides and positioned
himself behind her before placing one arm around her waist, his
hand resting on her stomach. As he sat, he took her with him until
her spine rested flush against his chest and their legs were
stretched out in front of them. Her butt nestled between his thighs
with his cock pressed into her lower back—it gave her all sorts of
interesting ideas. Maybe four people in the bath wouldn’t fit but
the two of them had plenty of wiggle room. She relaxed and let the
warmth of Saxon’s body and the water soothe her.

With both of them in the tub, the water level
was close to the rim, too much moving around and it would overflow.
Saxon picked up a washcloth from the bath edge and lathered it with
soap. The sweet scent of strawberries drifted around her, tickling
her nose and taste buds. The waft of aroma tantalized and teased
both senses, making her stomach grumble and reminding her they
hadn’t eaten dinner. But with such a yummy man sharing her bath,
food was the furthest thing from her mind. There were other
appetites more pressing.

Saxon trailed the soft cloth over one shoulder
and down the top of her arm. He pulled her hand out of the water
and ran the soapy washcloth between her fingers, lavishing each
digit with equal attention. After delivering the same decadent care
to her palm, he moved up her arm. The slippery slide of foam on the
sensitive skin at her elbow sent goose bumps and tingles in all
directions. Carly squirmed under his thorough treatment as he
finished with her left arm and moved to her right.

From one part of her body to the next, Saxon
gave each section the same amount of time and attentiveness. He
nudged her forward to wash her back. Using more pressure, he dug
into her muscles as he moved over them—working out the knots.
Easing her back again he started down her chest. With tender
strokes he cleaned her skin, gliding under her chin and over her
collarbone. Each caress took him lower toward her breasts but he
avoided them. He circled around, over and under, but never quite
touched anywhere she was beginning to crave his touch.

Hand and cloth dipped down her stomach and
under the water. He swirled around her naval and skimmed the edge
of her pubic hair but didn’t venture farther. Carly’s body thrummed
with awareness. His ministrations delivered a zap of sensation to
nerves already teased beyond their limits. But the needs and
desires rippling to life remained a pleasant hum, not taking on the
raw edge of earlier.

“Scoot around to the other end of the tub,” he
whispered as he prodded her lower back with his hand.

It took a second for her to understand, her
mind was totally focused on the sensations his tender care
provoked. Water sloshed against the side and splashed over the rim
to the floor. When Carly turned enough for Saxon to reach, he
grabbed her ankles and pulled them into his lap. He soaped up the
wash cloth and started with her toes. The same delicious torture
he’d given her fingers and hands he now lavished on her feet.
Between each of her toes, along the arch of her foot and up around
her heel, the cloth slid and tickled.

While moving up her calf muscle and behind her
knee, he held her leg in the air and treated her to the most
amazing sponge bath of her life. He managed to soothe and excite at
the same time. He bombarded her senses with the dual stimulation
and she couldn’t decide which she liked more. The man knew exactly
what he was doing as he continued up her leg to her inner thigh.
His every move took her higher in a slow ascent that left her
excited and relaxed all at once.

He took his time, gave all but her most
intimate places his undivided attention. With her eyes closed and
head leaning back against the rim, she soaked up the pleasure of
being taken care of in such a gentle but arousing way. No man had
ever given as much as Saxon. The whole experience made her feel
cherished and spoiled. Emotions she never expected to have with
him. This was supposed to be about sex, a mutual slaking of desires
with no strings attached. But nothing she’d done with Saxon, so
far, had turned out like she’d imagined.

Laid out before him, Carly stole his breath.
Saxon couldn’t remember a woman who looked more beautiful or more
right. The need to take care of her was just as strong as his need
to dominate her and that was new for Saxon. He’d controlled his sex
life and the women he chose to bed in the past, but the tender
feelings weren’t something anyone but Carly inspired. With her, he
wanted the emotional as well as the physical, and that scared him.
If she didn’t return the sentiment he could sense growing between
them things would be uncomfortable, to say the least.

Could he let her go if that’s what she
wanted?

No. He couldn’t give up the chance to see where
this would lead him. He’d just have to convince her she wanted the
same. First he’d make her crave his touch then, once she was hooked
on the pleasure he alone could give her, he’d show her how good
they could be together out of the bedroom.

The last six months had proven they worked well
together and in the last week they’d won a multi-million dollar
client. It wouldn’t be too tough to weave his magic and win her
over. He’d never lost out on something he’d gone after and he was
beginning to think he wanted Carly more than he’d ever wanted
anything before.

His gaze was drawn to her taut nipples as they
bobbed at the top of the water. The liquid covered and uncovered
the tight nubs as it swished with his movements. Her skin was
tinted a rosy pink from the warm bath and his gentle scrubbing. But
her exposed shoulders and arms were layered in goose bumps now that
the temperature had cooled. Her hair floated on the water’s surface
like black ribbons. He remembered pulling on the strands earlier.
She hadn’t complained once about his rough treatment and the idea
she might have actually enjoyed it made his cock swell.

Bathing her had been his only intention, but
with her sprawled in front of him, her legs draped over his, she
lay open and the tantalizing view proved too much to resist. He
grabbed an ankle in each hand and pulled her to him. Unprepared,
Carly slid forward and he lifted her legs and wrapped them around
his waist. He quickly grasped her hips, gathered her up and sat her
in his lap. Water sloshed around them and over the sides to
splatter on the floor. Her pussy nestled his erection and her folds
enclosed him in wet heat.

Saxon groaned and pumped his hips. Aroused
flesh ground together, soft against hard, and his balls drew tight.
Her fingers curled over his shoulders and her nails dug into his
muscles when he thrust up a second time. He wanted inside her now
but he hadn’t thought ahead, he didn’t have a condom. Carly rolled
her hips, stoked her clit along his cock and started a rhythm of
rock and roll that made him forget all about everything but the
feel of her. His hips bucked of their own accord, the pleasure too
great to ignore.

Their pace increased and water slapped the
sides of the porcelain tub as each lunge grew more erratic, more
frenzied. Liquid silk flowed from her opening, aiding the motion
and easing the friction their urges drove in ever increasing speed.
His balls ached and cum leaked from his cock to mix with Carly’s
cream. Her head dropped to his shoulder and she made the little
moans and whimpers that signaled her approaching orgasm. He dug his
fingers into the flesh of her hips, tugged her down against him and
pounded his length between them.

He knew they were both close. Leaning forward,
he nuzzled her neck and nipped at her ear.

“Come, Carly,” he breathed as he reached
between them and stroked her clit.

She threw her head back and came. Heat flooded
his already boiling groin and he barreled over the edge after her.
He growled her name and spilled his seed between them. She slumped
forward, her head resting on his chest. His arms circled her waist
and he held her close. The urgent demand to hold her tight and
never let go was only eased by the way she snuggled in and kissed
him. With her hand placed over his heart, she toyed with the light
dusting of hair around his nipple. Content, Saxon closed his eyes
and laid in the rapidly cooling bath—not ready to move and disturb
the moment yet.

The cold brought an end to the idyllic spell
that surrounded them. Goose bumps covered Carly’s back and she
shivered as the chill sank into her. Saxon reluctantly eased her
away to give him room to stand. She stood when he did but he
stopped her from stepping out of the tub. He hopped out and slung a
towel around his hips then grabbed a second before turning to help
her. The large bath sheet he placed around her covered more than it
revealed and he briskly patted her dry.

He used a second, smaller towel to squeeze the
excess water from her hair. Carly knocked his hands away when he
attempted to twist her hair into the towel and did it herself.
Hands free, he dried himself. Both of them stood in the brightly
lit room in only towels and for a moment, even after everything
they’d done, he felt awkward and tongue-tied. Saxon had never
suffered from insecurity. Since touching Carly he’d experienced a
lot of new emotions.

In a few short hours his whole world had
altered and there was nothing he could do, or wanted to do to
change it back. He didn’t regret one minute or anything they’d
done. The woman in front of him had been burrowing her way under
his skin from the first time he’d seen her and he would bet his
beloved company he’d never get her out. Not that he wanted to. No,
what he wanted was for her to feel the same.

His stomach growled and the sound echoed off
the tiled walls. He grinned—his body had given him the perfect next
move. Dinner.

“I guess that’s my cue to order something to
eat.”

With his hand at the small of her back, he
urged Carly out of the bathroom. When she headed for the bedroom
door he twined his fingers with hers and swung her around into
him.