“Make it work,” I finished for him. “We’d make it work, Robbie.” I plucked the ring from the box he still held and slid it on my finger before circling my arms around his waist. “It will be an adventure. An amazing, awesome adventure. We can set up a home base near my school, and you can train in town. I’ll fly out to see your fights when you have them, and sew you up when you need stiches.” I traced the spot beneath the cut on his cheek gently. “We’ll sneak in late night meals and lazy Sundays and quickies between classes. In a few years, school will be behind me and we’ll find a routine. Something less hectic and more stable.” I bounced up onto my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips, a tingle of warmth warming the place inside me that had been cold for so long.
He let out a groan and yanked me closer, groaning again as our bodies collided.
He let out a pained laugh against my lips. “I’m almost one hundred percent sure I have a broken rib.”
I tried to pull away, but he held me fast against him.
“But I don’t care. I love you, Melis. And I’m never ever letting you go again.”
The End
Singapore Fling
By Rhian Cahill
One
“See anything you like?”
Carly licked her lips. Oh, yeah. I see something I like.
There were plenty of things on the menu to quench her thirst, but what she really wanted was a sip of the man across from her. Intelligence, confidence, a strong work ethic and a great body all rolled into one sexy package. He was a tall drink of mouth-watering delight she’d had her eye on for a while now.
Dark stubble lined his jaw, giving his normally fresh-faced look a rugged, wild appearance. A white T-shirt pulled tight across the broad shoulders and pectoral muscles Carly’s fingers itched to trace. Biceps stretched the cotton sleeves and she imagined her hands curled around their thickness holding on as he gave her the ride of her life. One look at him had her pulse spiking and her pussy watering, along with her mouth.
Her gaze dropped to the washboard abs clearly defined under the snug material. Carly would give her next breath to remove the clinging fabric. Tingles of desire tickled her tongue. The idea of licking that smooth expanse set her temperature rising higher than the steamy Singapore climate. Her clit throbbed and she squirmed in her seat, squeezing her thighs together to ease the ache.
Dampness coated her panties and her nipples beaded hard as stones beneath her lace bra. Lace that scraped and teased the taut peaks, making them throb. Her breasts swelled, grew heavy with the arousal pumping through her bloodstream. White-knuckled, Carly gripped the menu to stop herself from reaching between her legs and pressing on her engorged clit.
She had to stop thinking about jumping Saxon Grant. The man would never go for her if she came off as a trashy nympho. No, his women were always cultured—kindergarten teacher types, she’d seen the few he’d dated since she met him. They probably only knew one way to have sex—missionary, no mess and definitely no noise. Carly was going to love teaching the man all about down and dirty. But first she had to play it cool, be subtle.
“Carly?”
She loved the sound of her name on his tongue. Or it could just be his voice. He had a bedroom voice, a little rough, a little naughty. She shuddered and brought her gaze up to meet his. Her tongue flicked out, slid across her bottom lip and she watched his eyes light with desire, his nostrils flare. Good, the man was not unaffected. With a sexy grin she placed her order.
“I’ll take a Singapore Fling, thanks,” she purred.
Saxon choked, fumbled with his menu, and cleared his throat. “I think you mean a Singapore Sling.”
“I know what I mean.” Carly waited a beat. “And I mean what I say.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed. He stared at her for a minute, studied her face, her eyes. When he finally turned to the waiter, he ordered two Singapore Slings. Placing his menu on the table between them, he reached into the tub of peanuts to grab a handful and leaned back in his chair to slowly shell them. One by one, he popped them in his mouth.
Carly sat mesmerized by the shift of muscles, the slide of long, lean fingers and large hands. Those babies could cover an awful lot of her flesh in one sweep. Or better yet, fill parts of her that ached to be filled. Vivid images of Saxon with his fingers buried between her legs exploded in her mind. She bit her lip and stifled the moan working its way up her throat. Warmth swirled in her lower belly.
One end of his mouth kicked up in a sexy grin that had her toes curling and her bones melting. In slow motion his tongue peeked out, slid between his lips from one corner to the other and left a glistening trail hers itched to follow. The pink muscle disappeared from view and Carly’s stomach knotted as the urge to lean over and suck it back out took hold. Those lush, kissable lips stretched into a full smile over straight white teeth that contrasted nicely against the red flesh surrounding them.
“So…you want a fling.”
Her gaze met his. The naked desire blazing in his blue eyes sent a shiver down her spine and blistering need burning in her pussy. He wanted her. There was no doubt in her mind, but would he do anything about it? With nothing to lose and everything to gain, Carly jumped in with both feet.
“Sure.” She shrugged. “But it would depend on who I was flinging with.”
“Really? So it’s not just any port in a storm?” he asked.
“No. I’m very picky about who I play with.” She let her gaze roam his body, taking her time, down over his chest and stomach to the noticeable bulge in his jeans. “It’s not something I do on a whim.”