Singapore Fling

by Rhian Cahill

  Murmured words floated over her but she couldn’t get her brain in gear to work them out. It didn’t matter; they flowed across her nerves, eased the frazzled ends and calmed her. Soft bedding connected with the heated skin on her back as he lowered her and the shock of cold sent a shiver shuddering down her spine—goose bumps sprang up in its wake.

  “Easy, Carly, I’m just laying you on the bed for a minute.” Saxon ran his hand over her head, brushing the hair from her face before he continued to trail his palm down her neck and over her shoulder.

  She almost purred at his light touch, the tingle of desire sparking to life as his fingers grazed the side of her breast. Her nipple puckered and a whimper fell from her lips. Blood pulsed in her clit and the slick folds of her sex slid across each other as she squeezed her thighs together. The buzz of arousal hummed inside her pussy. Muscles, tender from use and want, clamped down, drawing another whimper from her.

  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.

  Chapter Four

  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.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Um…to get dressed?”

  “Nuh-uh. No clothes for the rest of the weekend.”

  “But—”

  “Nope. I want nothing between me and what I want.” He pressed his lips to hers. “And what I want is you.”

  He slanted his mouth more firmly over hers. She softened beneath him and he thrust out his tongue to invade the dark recesses he knew lay beyond her lips. The kiss turned lush and heavy and had them both breaking free, gasping for air. He could see the spark of excitement in her eyes and knew she would see the same in his. It didn’t take much to have them panting and craving more, but neither had eaten in hours and they’d already used an amazing amount of energy they needed to replace. They needed food before they engaged in any more sex.

  “Damn, you sure do tempt me to forget everything but you.” He nudged her toward the bed. “Go lie down. I’ll order us some food before we collapse from exhaustion.”

  He swatted her ass as she stepped away. She jumped and yelped at the unexpected sting. It reminded him of what he’d said in the bar about punishing her. Maybe he’d see about spanking her ass for being so forward earlier, he grinned, she’d earned one even if she was clueless about her brazen behavior.

  Carly fell on the bed, every muscle, joint and bone ached. Sex with Saxon beat any workout she’d ever subjected her body to. She’d be lucky if she didn’t have bruises. Nothing they’d done had hurt but the whole experience was tainted with a razor-edged desire that exploded into the most intense sexual encounter of her life. One she couldn’t wait to do again, even with the protest every inch of her was making about the first time.

  The bath had helped, but muscles long unused were bound to be a little sore when you put them through the wringer. And she’d done that and more. Carly prided herself on being fit but with an inactive sex life, she wasn’t surprised by the pain she now endured. It was a good kind of pain, though, tinged with satisfaction. She rolled to her side and watched the door for Saxon’s return. The rough tones of his voice were a low murmur from the other room as he ordered their meal. Her stomach gurgled and she realized how hungry she felt.

  When was the last time she’d eaten? She’d skipped lunch. Last minute details to iron out in the new contract had left her no time to stop and if she was honest, she hadn’t even thought about food at the ti
me. The more she thought about it now, the hungrier she got. A nice big steak would hit the spot just right. Hopefully Saxon didn’t think she was one of those Barbie doll women who ate nothing but lettuce leaves.

  Carly shuddered at the thought of denying herself food of any kind but going without meat? Well that was just inhuman. Her tummy growled loudly, protesting the very idea of not getting its regular dose of protein. Saxon better have ordered enough for both of them or he’d be the one going without. She could just about eat the leg off a chair now that her hunger had been brought to her attention.

  She levered herself up and sat, her legs dangling over the side of the mattress. At five-foot eight, Carly wasn’t short but the beds in this luxurious hotel were so high her toes just skimmed the floor. Everything about the Raffle’s Hotel was grandiose in an early nineteen hundred’s style. Except the plumbing, that was all twenty first century. The whole hotel might lend itself to yesteryear but no modern convenience had been left out.

  When they’d checked in earlier in the week she’d been more than a little surprised by Saxon’s choice of room but after a week of meetings held in the dining area of the suite, Carly couldn’t argue with it. The ability to duck back into her room to grab some vital piece of information had come in handy on more than one occasion. And today wasn’t the first day she’d indulged in the made-for-soaking tubs the bathrooms boasted.

  She’d never stayed in such a lavishly appointed hotel but she sure could get used to it. Everywhere she looked the fabrics and furnishings were opulent, majestic, and the plush, stately ambiance gave all visitors a pampered feeling. All the employees, in their history-inspired uniforms, went out of their way to see she had every available comfort. Yep, staying here, even though it had been for work, was the most extravagant week of her life.