Singapore Fling (7 page)

Authors: Rhian Cahill

Tags: #romance, #passion, #erotic romance, #contemporary romance

They’d started with a fling and ended up with
so much more. Even when their sex was frantic and hard-edged, they
had a connection he couldn’t deny, wouldn’t deny. He wasn’t
prepared to let her go. Not now, not ever. When this weekend was
over he’d either get everything he never knew he wanted or he’d be
left with a bleeding heart and broken soul.

Sunlight streamed into the room. Even this late
in the day its rays were bright and filled the room with the gaiety
of a summer day at the beach. But this was no sunny afternoon. This
was mere hours away from the end. Their overnight flight to Sydney
left in six hours and he hadn’t dared to mention where they would
go from here. The last two days had overflowed with sex. They
hadn’t left the suite again after Friday night. Hadn’t left the bed
except to shower or get the food delivered to the dining area.
Neither of them had been able to last long away from the
other.

While his body may be sated and all the
physical activity had drained his energy, he couldn’t sleep.
Couldn’t stop thinking about the woman lying beside him or about
what would happen when she woke up and they packed to go home. He’d
made some plans for the morning a little while ago, plans that
would hopefully get him what he wanted but fear still gripped his
heart and churned in his belly.

Setting up his company hadn’t given him this
much anxiety. That alone told him how much Carly meant to him. How
far she’d gotten inside him. His future lay in her hands. When she
found out would she open her hands and let him fall, or would she
cup them tighter and cherish the gift he offered? This weekend with
her had changed so much.

Saxon never would have entertained thoughts
like these before. He’d never been a fanciful man. Facts and
figures were his world. But now, with Carly, he noticed so much
more, thought so much deeper and if he was honest he’d admit his
life until now had been black and white. With Carly he saw things
in Technicolor for the first time and he’d be fucked if he wanted
to go back to black and white without a fight.

At six am on a Monday morning, Sydney
international airport was a welcome sight. They made their way off
the plane and through the terminal toward baggage claim. The number
of people this early in the day surprised him. Stepping around the
dawdlers, he strode with purpose and determination. He had a plan
and he couldn’t put it into action quick enough.

Saxon pulled his bag from the carousel and
waited for Carly’s to come around. His driver should be waiting on
the other side of customs ready to take them home. His home. It
wasn’t clear if it would be Carly’s anytime soon. She’d been quiet
since waking yesterday. Her one-word answers to any question he’d
asked had worried him at first. He thought she was no longer even
speaking to him but when everyone else they encountered on their
trip home received the same treatment he realized she’d withdrawn
inside herself.

Whether she pulled away because she considered
them over or in an effort to protect herself he couldn’t say. He
did know he hoped for the latter. He could live with the latter
because it would mean she felt something. More than just a physical
attraction, and that gave him a foundation to work from—something
more than his own emotions and commanding nature. Her brown bag
came around and he grabbed the handle and lifted; the weight
surprised him, he’d expected it to be much heavier.

He wheeled the two bags to where Carly waited.
She’d dressed for comfort. The eight hour flight, even in business
class, wasn’t exactly the best way to spend a night. Her sweat
pants hung low on her hips, and the T-shirt she had on stopped
three or four inches above the band, giving him a glimpse of the
smooth expanse of her belly. His fingers had itched to reach out
and touch her silky flesh so many times over the last twelve hours
it had just about driven him insane.

They needed to be alone. Soon. If not, he’d
forget about her standoffish attitude and anyone that might see him
run his hands all over that supple skin and he wouldn’t be stopping
there.

“Come on. The car will be waiting.” He walked
straight past her, didn’t wait to hear a protest about her finding
her own way home. She wasn’t going to her home.

“Saxon.”

Her voice came from behind him. He kept
going.

“Saxon, wait.”

She sounded winded, her voice
bringing vivid images of other times she’d been breathless. He
lengthened his stride. If he kept ahead of her she’d be forced to
follow and even though he didn’t want to bully her into a
relationship, he knew he wanted to get her alone somewhere to plead
his case.
Their
case. This was about both of them.

They sailed through customs. Neither had
anything to declare and no red flags were raised, so they quickly
found themselves being ushered to the vehicle waiting for them.
Saxon got Carly and their luggage in the car without too much
difficulty and before she could voice another protest they were on
their way. Leaning back against the leather seat, she drew in a
breath, expelled the air on a sigh, and shut her eyes.

Fifteen minutes into the drive her eyes popped
open and she turned to look out the window. The second she noticed
where they were she jerked forward.

“Why are we going this way? This isn’t the way
to the office.”

“We’re going to my place.” He waited for her
reaction.

Her gaze swung to his, and the uncertainty in
her eyes made him cringe. He didn’t want to confuse her or upset
her but he couldn’t explain fully until they had
privacy.

“We have to talk.”

She searched his eyes, his face. Whatever she
found obviously satisfied her because she nodded and sat back
again, and those emerald eyes were slowly concealed by lowering
eyelids. Saxon didn’t disturb her again; the silence, while
strained, wasn’t uncomfortable. Miles ticked away as they got
closer to his eastern suburbs home and his gut clenched, his throat
constricted, the sensation not unlike the hours just before he won
a new contract.

Only this would be the most important win of
his life.

Carly watched the driver bring in all the bags.
She stood at the living room window, her back to the view, and
watched as Saxon pointed down the hall for the man to take his
luggage into his bedroom. When he returned and took hers in the
same direction, she spun around to find Saxon watching her with
hooded eyes.

“I’ve been waiting a lifetime to see you in my
house.”

His whispered words sent a shiver over her skin
and down her spine. “What—”

He held up his hand as the driver returned.
Saxon handed him a tip then saw him out the door.

The second it closed she spoke. “Saxon, what is
going on? Why am I here?”

He walked toward her, slow measured steps, and
stopped a foot away. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. If
she didn’t know better she’d think he was nervous.

“We’re not finished.” He reached up, cupped her
jaw with one hand, his thumb grazing back and forth on her bottom
lip.

“The weekend is over.” If she agreed to
continue their fling she’d never survive. She’d be lucky to walk
away with her heart intact now. If fact, she knew she wouldn’t but
she’d at least stand some chance of putting the pieces back
together. If she got any closer, slept with him again, she’d bleed
to death when he was done.

“Yes. The weekend is over. So is our Singapore
fling.”

His words sliced through her; voiced aloud,
they did far more damage than thinking them. She fought the sting
of tears, gulped over the lump in her throat but she couldn’t
speak. Didn’t dare open her mouth for fear a sob would slip
out.

“I’m not asking to continue our
fling.”

She couldn’t hold the emotion back. A sob
hitched in her chest and a lone tear escaped and rolled down her
cheek.

“Oh, Carly.”

Saxon pulled her close, wrapped his arms around
her and ran his hands up and down her spine, the movement soothing
and distressing at the same time.

“Oh sweetheart, don’t cry. You’re killing me
here.” One hand cradled the back of her head. His fingers massaged
her scalp as he held her against the strong beat of his heart. “I
want more than a fling, Carly. We connected in a way beyond the
physical. I want to explore that with you. I want to see where it
takes us.”

She wasn’t sure she heard him right, wasn’t
sure if her mind played tricks on her, only hearing what she wanted
to hear. Carly tried to break away, tried to see his face, but he
held her tighter.

“Carly, please, just listen to me.” Laced with
emotion, his tone played havoc with her heart. “I know it’s sudden,
but I can’t let you go.”

His words started to register. What he was
asking. Her heart skipped a beat and another gut wrenching sob tore
from her throat. She used two hands against his chest to pry
herself free before springing up and wrapping her arms around his
neck and her legs around his waist. Her lips slammed onto his, her
tongue thrusting out to push inside his mouth. For a second he
stood still, and then he burst into motion like a sprinter from a
starting block.

The kiss exploded with frantic passion, blazing
a trail that consumed them both. Hands groped and grabbed whatever
was in reach. Clothes were tugged and torn, the need for
skin-on-skin contact overwhelming. Teeth nipped and scraped as
tongues lapped and tasted. Without knowing how, Carly found herself
naked, caught between Saxon and the floor. His legs forced hers
wide, his thighs kept them there.

He peeled his mouth from hers and gasped for
breath. “I want inside you now,” he panted.

She opened farther for him. Thrust up to offer
what he wanted. What she wanted. The head of his cock probed her
pussy, slid between folds slick with the need for him. He growled,
withdrew from her heat and she whimpered with
impatience.

“No condom,” he explained.

“Don’t care,” she cried, her hips bucking up to
reconnect them.

“Jesus. Are you sure?” He looked into her eyes.
“If we do this now, you’ll marry me. I won’t have it any other
way.”

Smiling, she pulled his mouth to hers and spoke
the words against his lips. “Make love to me, Saxon. Make a baby
with me and I’ll marry you the second we find out I’m
pregnant.”

He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. In one
smooth stroke he thrust inside, burying his shaft to the hilt and
paused. He held her face in his hands, held her gaze with his and
said the words that sealed her fate.

“I love you.”

The tears that slipped down her cheeks now were
happy ones. Through watery eyes, Carly stared up at the man she’d
come to love with all her soul.

“I love you too.”

“Welcome home, Carly.”

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About the Author

Rhian Cahill is the alter ego of a stay-at-home
mother of four. With motherly duties dwindling Rhian is able to
make use of the fertile imagination she used to keep herself sane
for all those years of slavery. Having spent some years living
overseas and visiting tropical climates has helped inspire some
steamy stories. Multi-published in erotic contemporary and
paranormal romance, and contemporary romance, Rhian, with the help
of Mr. Muse, spends her days and nights writing.

When not glued to the keyboard
you’ll find her, book in hand, avoiding any and all housework. For
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