One Night in Bangkok (Passport to Passion #1)

by Rhian Cahill

  “Oh, God.” She moaned. Beth had never known the curve of her elbow was an erogenous zone. Her arm, already limp, sagged in his grasp. The liquefying sensation flooded her body.

  She sank back against the chair and tried to concentrate on not slipping to the floor. But then again, the last time she’d been on the floor hadn’t been bad. Maybe if she slid off the chair he’d follow and not stop at her arm. Not that he had stopped. No, now he worked over the tender skin on the inside of her upper arm with nips and licks that sent her slumping farther into the seat.

  He continued his assault through her t-shirt. By the time he’d made it to her collar bone, she was sure she’d never be able to stand again. Her insides were a simmering pot of hormone soup. Unlike the inferno of arousal he’d sparked before, this one was soft and warm but no less devastating. Every nerve focused on the wicked things he was doing with his mouth.

  Her head rolled back on her shoulders. He took advantage, swooping in to take a bite of her exposed throat. Nuzzling her head to the side he worked up to the hollow below her ear, nibbling and sucking until she squirmed to get away from the intense but tickling sensations. Tom wrapped his hand around her neck, gaining control of her movements. He held her still, devouring at will.

  “You taste so good,” he whispered in her ear before he traced the outer shell with his tongue.

  Beth shuddered as wave after wave of molten lust rippled down to her pussy, touching off fires of yearning on the way. Caught between the luscious torment he currently inflicted and the thirst for more, her insides shook. The vibrations centered in her pussy and radiated outward, like an earthquake.

  “Damn! I can’t get enough of you.” He continued his erotic assault on her neck, biting down on the gentle slope between it and her shoulder. Electric currents darted out with the pleasure-pain his bite produced.

  In a sudden move, he pulled away as regret and disappointment speared through her. She moaned in protest and he chuckled.

  “Don’t worry, I’m coming back,” he murmured before he gripped the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over her head. “Oh yeah, much better. Now I can get at all of you again.”

  He turned from her and reached across the table but she couldn’t see what he grabbed. When his other hand cupped her breast, his fingers curling around to raise it, her eyes fluttered closed. The cold, wet sensation on her nipple had her eyes flying open. She looked down and barely had time to register the yellow slice of mango in his hand before he lowered his head and sucked her hardened flesh into his mouth. Her breast pulsed and shivers of delight snaked down her spine. The same cold wetness covered her other nipple and Beth knew she would fly apart when he moved his mouth. Bombarded with pleasurable sensations, her body arched off the chair, offering him her breast to feast upon as he saw fit.

  Her head thrashed back and forth as her whole body tensed and waited for the assault to come. Poised on the brink of another orgasm, she held her breath. At the first touch of his lips she shuddered. He didn’t suck as hard this time, but kept her on the edge of madness without letting her go over.

  “Spread your legs,” he growled.

  Beyond protesting anything he asked, she parted her legs and eagerly waited for his possession.

  “Damn. You’re so wet.” Tom slipped a finger between her folds. “Slide forward and keep your legs open.”

  He wrapped his hands around her ass and lifted her to the edge of the chair. Once he had her where he wanted her, he moved his hands to the inside of her thighs, pushing them wide. The hungry stare he aimed at her pussy had her muscles clenching, pulsing, vibrating with desire.

  She couldn’t take her eyes off him. The way he looked as he stared at her exposed flesh gave her no doubt he found her sexy. He made her feel wanton and capable of giving pleasure just by being. He knelt between her feet, a sexy dark specimen of manhood worshipping his goddess. Beth had never felt more comfortable or satisfied with her own body as she did now.

  He ran one finger from the top of her folds to her ass as her pussy clamped and unclamped. Her juices flowed, coating her slit and sliding down into the crack of her ass. Tom’s nostrils flared and his eyelids slipped to half mast as he leaned forward and took a big breath.

  “You smell so good. I want to eat every inch of you.”

  Her whole body shuddered at his words. Unused to talk during sex, she found it excited her and she wanted to hear more. Wanted him to tell her everything he would do before he did it.

  “I’m going to eat all of you, but first I think we need some topping.”

  Topping? She stared at him and waited for an explanation. Tom rose to his knees and reached up onto the table. He picked up another piece of mango. The sliver of yellow fruit seemed to glow against his dark skin. Beth braced herself, but the first contact of cold, slick fruit against her heated flesh stole her breath. She shuddered violently and lifted her ass off the chair as he slid the mango over and through her pussy. He swirled the quickly warming fruit around her opening, forced it inside then moved it down to her virgin ass.

  No one had ever ventured there before and Beth wouldn’t have thought she’d be comfortable with such intimacy but the sensations rippling through her sex told her otherwise. Her pussy fluttered and her muscles grew taut. As he massaged the nowmashed fruit into and around her sphincter he lowered his mouth to her clit. It was like being electrocuted. Tingling and shivering uncontrollably, she barreled over the edge, screaming her release so loud she felt the rawness in her throat. But it didn’t stop there. He kept sucking, stroking, devouring. No part of her went untouched.

  She had no idea how long he ate at her, how many times she came as he took her with a carnality beyond reason. She’d never believed in out-of-body experiences but this had to come close. The pleasure her body and mind were being subjected to couldn’t be real, couldn’t go on without killing her.

  At some point he’d raised her feet to his shoulders, pushed her knees wide. His tongue probed every crevice, every hole, and with incomparable skill, he took her to previously unimagined heights. When he probed her tight back entrance with his tongue, he pushed two fingers inside her pussy. Blinding light streaked through her body. She collapsed, as if her bones had melted, and slid from the chair into his lap. Cradling her close, he fumbled between them. He lined his sheathed cock up with her soaked entrance and thrust into her heat.

  Drained, Beth let him control their movements. With her legs draped over his arms he held her off his lap enough to make his thrusts full length. As his body stroked in and out of hers, she found enough energy to open her eyes. Her breath caught in her throat. Tom looked at her with such intense desire, her heart skipped a beat. His dark, expressive eyes telegraphed his pleasure.

  When he thrust impossibly deep and held there, he kept his gaze on hers, called her name on a harsh breath and emptied himself inside her.

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  Beth snuck out of Tom’s bed as the sun rose on the city of Bangkok. With one last look at the man who’d fulfilled every one of her fantasies and more, she ignored the pain that lanced her heart and the horrible churning in her stomach, and left the room. This was how it should be. No exchanging of phone numbers, no sharing of more than first names. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat and the urge to go back and tell him she’d changed her mind. She wanted more than one night with him. Far more.

  Wrapped in a hotel robe, she made her way to her room, praying no one would see her. Safely at her door, she swiped the keycard and pushed it open. With relief and regret, she closed the door behind her and leaned against it. For a few moments she took deep breaths and tried to bring her rolling emotions under control. The thought of never seeing Tom again played havoc with her mind and her heart. The man meant more to her than any man she’d ever met and she didn’t even know him. Straightening her shoulders and steeling her spine, she pushed off the door and did what had to be done.

  After a quick shower, she felt ready to face the world. She’d never be
the same but she’d move forward from here, start her new life, her new job. She may ache at the thought of never seeing him again but she could never regret the time they’d spent together. He’d given her more than anyone else in her life and for that she’d be grateful. The thirty minute drive to the airport seemed longer and the urge to tell the driver to turn around was so great she had to bite her lip to stop the words from leaving her throat. She hadn’t been surprised when she and Tom didn’t cross paths in the hotel lobby, but she’d secretly wished they would. After being ushered through customs and out to the private plane, Beth resigned herself to never seeing him again. An attendant greeted her and showed her to her seat. Beth sank into the plush leather chair with a sigh of relief. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, exhausted from lack of sleep and physical activity. She was startled awake when the pilot came over the loud speaker and informed her of a delay in departure due to a late passenger.

  The attendant returned and offered Beth a cool drink. She accepted it with a smile then turned to stare blindly out the window. Her mind continued to replay all that had happened last night. Everything she’d done with Tom. The memories were enough to stir her body, enough to make her skin tingle as if he was still touching her. She squirmed in her seat, her pussy slick with renewed arousal. A commotion behind her told her the other passenger had arrived and the attendant’s voice confirmed it.

  “Sir, may I take your coat?” she asked in her lilting, ‘I’m here to please you’

  voice.

  “Yes, thank you. And I’ll have a scotch on the rocks after takeoff.”

  That voice. Beth’s body reacted to the sound of the deep, husky tone. Her nipples hardened and her pussy clenched as she remembered that voice speaking erotic words as he ravished her.

  Oh God, Tom!

  What was he doing here? Why was he on the plane taking her to her new job, her new life? She closed her eyes and waited for him to see her. Leather squeaked as he took the seat beside her. His body heat radiated out in waves and his scent flowed over her, through her.

  Oh God!

  “Morning, Beth.” He stroked a finger down her cheek to her chin, lifting and turning so she faced him. “Open your eyes.”

  What could she do? She couldn’t not open them, but the thought of seeing him again had her emotions churning and her libido stirring. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at the man she’d hoped with all her heart she’d see again. He sat next to her—big, solid, real.

  The smile on his lips and the look in his eyes spoke of his pleasure in seeing her and until that moment she hadn’t realized how scared she was that he wouldn’t be pleased. With gentle fingers he caressed her chin, soothing and arousing in equal measure.

  “I missed you this morning. You should have woken me.” His words were tinged with disappointment.

  “I . . . . I thought it best I go,” she whispered.

  “Never.”

  “But . . . I thought—”

  “Yes, I know what you thought, Beth. But you were wrong.” He stroked her jaw, down her throat and over her collarbone. The action brought last night back with a vengeance.

  Her body heated, pulsed, grew moist. Renewed craving for this man flooded her, her arousal obvious to anyone who looked. The things he did to her confused and excited her and she was thrilled by the thought that they’d get more than one night.

  “Welcome aboard, Mr. Windham. We’ll be taking off in a few minutes and should arrive in Phuket on time.” The pilot’s voice boomed through the cabin.

  “Mr. Windham?” Beth barely forced out the words.

  “Beth, please, let me explain.”

  The guilty look on his face scared her. Her boss. She’d slept with her new boss.

  “Oh God!” On a groan she pulled away from him, backing up against the window, putting as much distance between them as the seating would allow.

  “It’s not what you think. Beth, please.”

  He’d softened his voice to a soothing tone. The same tone he’d used when they’d made love.

  Made love? Since when had what they’d done been anything more than sex?

  With a realization no less stunning than walking into a brick wall, Beth realized that’s exactly what they’d done last night. It might not have started off that way, but that’s certainly how it had ended.

  She’d fallen for him. Fallen for the man who’d given her more pleasure than she’d ever dreamed of. Fallen for her boss.

  “It’ll be okay, Beth.”

  “How? How could any of this be okay?” she asked.

  “Relax, let me explain. I promised I’d never hurt you, didn’t I?”

  Gulping back the tears that threatened to fall, she bit her lip and nodded.

  “I knew who you were in the bar yesterday afternoon. I knew who you were because I hired you. I’ve wanted you from the minute I saw your photo. For weeks I’ve lived with a craving I’d never experienced before.”

  He reached for her hand, entwining their fingers. “I thought if I spent one night with you, one night getting my fill, I’d get rid of the craving. Only it didn’t go away. My desire for you grew stronger, more urgent. Every time I plunged inside you I left something behind. A part of me I can never get back, a part I don’t want to take back. Beth, I know this sounds ridiculous and we don’t really know each other, but I’ve fallen for you. Fallen so hard and so deep I’ll do anything to prove to you how real my love is. I want you to give me a chance, get to know me. Let me court you, show you how good our lives together can be.”

  If Beth didn’t already think she loved him then his sincere words and the look in his eyes would have convinced her to give him a chance. The connection they’d made was soul deep, and could only lead to a deeper connection over time. She hadn’t known she was crying until Tom lifted his fingers to brush her tears away.

  “Don’t cry, Beth. I’m sorry. Sorry I lied, sorry if I’ve hurt you. But I promise I’ll make it up to you every day for the rest of my life if you’ll let me. We’ll take it one day at a time until you’re ready for more.”

  “Yes.” The word fluttered from her mouth on a puff of breath.

  “Yes?” The hope shining in his eyes confirmed she’d made the right decision.

  “Yes. I’d like to get to know you, like to see where this thing between us can go.”

  She couldn’t commit to more than that—not yet—but she hoped with all her heart they could make this into more than just one night in Bangkok.

  ~The End~

  About the Author

  Rhian Cahill writes erotic romance using her world travels for inspiration. A native of Sydney Australia, she now lives in Singapore with her husband and four children. It wasn’t until she moved to Singapore in 2007 that she began to pursue publication full time.

  To learn more about Ms. Cahill, visit her Web site at:

  http://rhiancahill.wordpress.com/

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  If you liked One Night in Bangkok, you might also enjoy the following books from Rhian Cahill and Noble Romance Publishing:

  Singapore Fling