Singapore Fling by Rhian Cahill

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.
     

Chapter Six
    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.
    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