Singapore Fling (6 page)

“Okay.” She shrugged a bare shoulder. “If
that’s what you want.”

“Let’s go then.” He jumped out of bed and
picked up the tray of leftover food to take to the dining
area.

“Not sure how the Singaporean’s are going to
cope with a couple of naked people walking around but I’m game if
you are.”

Saxon looked back to see Carly climb out of
bed, her glorious body in full view. “Naked people?”

Her mouth tipped at one edge and her eyes
twinkled with mischief. “Yeah. Well you did say no clothes for the
rest of the weekend.”

He had said that. But that was before he’d made
up his mind to win her over in more than the bedroom. And staring
at that gorgeous, naked body now had him thinking of all the things
inside the bedroom he could be doing. Too bad he had a goal and a
plan. The plan couldn’t fail because he was beginning to think he’d
do anything to attain the goal.

“The rule of no clothes still applies in here
but I’m not into sharing my goodies so you’ll be more than covered
up when we venture out.” He turned and walked out of the room. He
put the tray on the table as Carly breezed past him and headed for
her room. “Oh, and Carly, make sure you’re well covered. I won’t be
happy if you flaunt yourself and you’ve already got one punishment
coming your way for your earlier infringements.”

Her steps faltered but she didn’t stop or turn
around. She walked through the door and closed it behind her, that
cute ass jiggling the whole way. Saxon couldn’t wait to see those
round cheeks red from his hand after he’d given her a good
spanking. The flush that covered her body told him she was as
excited about the idea as him.

He went back to his room, thought about
grabbing a shower but preferred to keep the smell of Carly and
great sex clinging to his skin for now. The scent would remind him
of what they’d done and what they would do once they got back to
the room. He dug into his suitcase and grabbed clean jeans and a
shirt. No point worrying about underwear; he only planned to be
dressed for a couple of hours and it wasn’t like he’d never gone
commando before.

Saxon left his room to find Carly. Amazed to
see her already waiting for him at the door, he stopped and took in
her outfit. The denim skirt hugged her curves tight and came to mid
thigh. Definitely not a mini-skirt but it showcased those amazing
legs just as well. She wore flip-flops that sparkled in the light
and the form-fitting pink top concealed more than it revealed but
still managed to tempt a man to thoughts of ripping the garment
off. Barely a hint of cleavage showed and it was probably Saxon’s
firsthand knowledge of what lay beneath all those clothes that made
him wishing he hadn’t suggested this outing.

“Does this meet with your approval?” Carly
turned in a slow circle, giving him plenty of time to take in her
denim-covered ass.

Damn. She could tempt a saint to
sin.

Saxon swallowed through his constricted throat
and told his dick to stand down. It didn’t do any good, the woman
had his mind and body all tied in knots and there was little he
could do but go along for the ride. She had him hook, line and
sinker and didn’t have a clue. If they didn’t get out of here soon
they were never leaving.

“I’m beginning to think you could make a sack
look good. Let’s go.” As compliments went, it sucked but he had to
get her out of the room before he lost control and stripped her
bare. He strode forward, opened the door for her to precede
him.

They didn’t speak in the elevator or on the
walk to the taxi stand. Luckily the queue was short and in no time
they were in a cab on their way to Clarke Quay, Singapore’s busy
riverside bar and restaurant district.

People were gathered everywhere when they
arrived. Saxon paid the driver but didn’t bother with a receipt
because Carly was out of the car and gaining numerous admirers—all
of the male variety. He wanted to plant himself at her side and
make it clear she was taken. His teeth ground together as he joined
her on the sidewalk. He snaked an arm around her waist and
possessively cupped her hip bone as he urged her to walk farther
into the crowd.

The place was hopping, the bar and restaurant
patrons spilled out into the paved alley. As they ventured toward
the river, Saxon drew Carly closer to his side. They were bumped
and jostled from all directions and he tried his best to shield her
from harm. With restaurants on both sides of the river and a bridge
walkway to cross, they had plenty of establishments to choose from
for a drink.

“Oh, look. A tapas bar.” Carly pointed ahead of
them. “Let’s see if they’ve got seating by the water.” She stepped
away and before he could complain at the loss of contact she
reached back for his hand and began to tow him behind
her.

Saxon couldn’t help thinking he’d be happy for
this woman to lead him around for the rest of his life.

Carly sipped her Sangria and studied Saxon.
Something had changed. She wasn’t sure what but she knew when.
They’d had sex without a condom and the man had apologized until he
was blue in the face. She wasn’t on a contraceptive, so she knew
there was a chance she could get pregnant. She’d always had a
regular cycle and she was due early next week so she was pretty
sure the odds were slim. That was the least of her
worries.

She couldn’t stop thinking about carrying his
child and secretly wished she did get pregnant—which was a stupid
thing to wish for when all they were doing was having a fling. The
man had proven lethal to more than just her hormones. He’d always
intrigued her mind but now he’d managed to sneak into her heart.
How, she wasn’t sure. Wasn’t even sure she believed what she felt
but something had definitely changed.

Saxon wasn’t helping her. His behavior confused
her more. He’d been bossy and possessive like he had a right to be
and then he’d withdrawn and not spoken a word. He kept throwing
smoldering looks her way but didn’t do anything about them. Did he
not want to be seen with her in public? He’d suggested coming out
but acted like he didn’t want to be here. She didn’t like not
knowing the score and hated the games some people played, but other
than asking him outright what was going on she had no choice but to
try to figure it out.

“You’re very quiet. Is there something
wrong?”

Saxon’s quiet words snapped her out of her
troubled thoughts. “What? No. I was just thinking the same about
you.” Carly laughed.

“Oh, well I’ve been sitting here wondering how
long we have to stay before I can drag you back to our room and
have my wicked way with you again.” He smiled and waggled his
eyebrows in an exaggerated mockery of a leer.

Carly placed one hand on her chest, the other
over her O-shaped-lips and feigned shock but she couldn’t hold back
the laugh bubbling in her throat. Her sides shook and it wasn’t
long before Saxon joined her. They both found it far funnier than
they should but strung out on lust and their earlier satisfaction,
their emotions were running high.

Saxon took money from his wallet and tossed it
on the table. “Let’s go. I’m not waiting any longer.”

He hauled her to her feet and led her from the
restaurant, quickly weaving his way through the crush of people to
the taxi stand. The queue stretched for over fifty meters when they
arrived and with not a cab in sight it looked like they’d be
waiting a while. He moved her in front of him and wrapped his arms
around her waist, snuggling her close against his front. Leaning
down, he nuzzled her neck, used his head to push hers to the side,
exposing the creamy flesh to his exploring lips.

Goose bumps broke out along her skin and a
shiver fluttered down her spine as his hands roamed while his lips
and tongue continued the assault on the delicate skin below her
ear. His fingers—spread wide over her tummy—pulled her hips more
snuggly into the cradle of his and his erection pressed into her
ass. The other hand cupped her ribs just below her breast, close
enough to tease the mound but not enough to bring
relief.

“See what you do to me?” he murmured in her
ear, his breath bathing the shell with moist heat that set her
pulse racing. “You make me want you so much I’m hard as
rock.”

Carly sank her teeth into her bottom lip to
stifle a moan. When he snaked his tongue out and danced it over her
sensitized flesh she bit down harder but a whimper escaped, drawing
the attention of the man ahead of them in the line. She snapped her
eyes shut, didn’t want to see the look of disgust the stranger was
sure to give them.

Saxon must have sensed her tension because he
whipped her around in his arms and shielded her face against his
chest. His lips brushed her hair, his words brushed her
ears.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He tightened his arms, pulled
her closer.

She drew in the smell of him—a mix of hot
steamy night, lingering soap and cologne, and the unmistakable
scent of sex. Her pussy squeezed with memories of him thrusting
inside her still fresh in her mind. The bulge presently caught
between them was another reminder of the pleasure they so recently
enjoyed. Her stomach contracted and liquid pooled in her crotch.
Wet and ready, Carly teetered on the razor edge of desire with
little more than a few words, a solid body and the recollection of
a past encounter.

Carly wanted to lift her leg over his hip, open
herself for him to explore. The blood in her clit throbbed with
each breath she took. She ground her pelvis on his. It wasn’t
enough. She wanted him to touch her. Needed him buried inside her.
Craved him more than her next breath.

Saxon cupped her ass and held her still.
“Dammit, Carly, if you don’t stop I’ll lose complete control and
take you right here, right now,” he growled in her ear.

His hands held them immobile and she couldn’t
tell if the shudder was hers or his. They struggled for breath,
their chests rubbing as they dragged in air. He’d accused her of
short-circuiting his brain earlier but the score was even. He
scrambled hers like a pan of eggs.

“Jesus!” His hands stilled on her ass. “Please
tell me you’re wearing another one of those g-string
things.”

She couldn’t find her voice, but that was okay
because she couldn’t lie to him either. She didn’t answer. Hoped he
wouldn’t question her further. If he knew she was bare beneath her
skirt they’d both be lost and even with her mind in a sexual daze
she knew they had to make it back to the hotel.

His hands moved higher on her butt, his long
fingers explored her hip line, searching for the panties that
weren’t there. Muscles flexed and fingertips dug in to meet
bone.

“Fuck!” The word exploded from his mouth, blew
the hair from her neck. He shook with tension, every inch of his
body taut.

The growl had her muscles tensing. Before she
could decide if he was angry he let her go, dug his phone from his
pocket and yanked them both out of the queue and down the footpath.
The humid night air, sticky on her skin, swirled around them. Saxon
didn’t slow down, just barked orders into his phone as he all but
dragged her down the street. A man on a mission. Carly took two
steps to every one of his.

They arrived at an intersection, the lights of
the Quay district behind them, the busy downtown area ahead. Friday
night was alive in all directions but for once Carly wasn’t
interested in the party. She wanted to be alone. With Saxon. A
breeze picked up off the river, blew her hair around her face and
chilled her heated body. The cool wind floated up her skirt, stung
flesh alive with need and sent erotic pulses through her
clit.

The deep breaths and fresh air did nothing to
calm her racing libido. Every step rubbed her thighs together and
with no barrier her cream had nothing to stop it from flowing free.
Each slide, a caress of sensual pleasure as she hurtled straight
toward the very thing her soul had begun to crave.

Saxon.

She’d suggested a fling. Thought she would be
satisfied with a few nights of tangling the sheets with the hottest
man to cross her path in months. Like any other hunger, she was
supposed to take her fill and leave. But the yearning hadn’t faded.
If anything it had grown and now it was an addiction she feared
she’d never control. And it wasn’t just the sex she wanted. The
need to be with him regardless of what they were doing was just as
strong.

If she could think straight she’d end it now.
Cut the cord before it attached too firmly, before it entwined so
fully with her soul she’d never get untangled. Carly feared it was
already too late for that. Knew, even as she thought about walking
away, he’d wound his way inside her heart. Become a vital part of
her somehow. A part that would be ripped from her and leave her
bleeding when their fling ended.

Carly made love with a desperation that
blindsided him. Saxon couldn’t say why the emotional intensity had
changed, but Carly behaved as if every move, every breath taken
were her last. It brought out a primitive response in him. He
wanted to give her exactly what she demanded, what she craved. What
he craved. He wanted to touch all of her. Leave himself imprinted
on her mind, her heart—her soul—so she could never turn her back on
him.