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.”
~~~~
About the Author
Rhian Cahill is the
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.”
~~~~
About the Author
Rhian Cahill is the
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