No More Talking: Hearts Are Wild, Book 1

by Rhian Cahill

  “I’m not following, Zac.” If he didn’t regret having sex with her then why had he left?

  “I screwed up. I’m still screwing up.” He paced to the side. “I can’t seem to think when I’m around you. No. That’s a lie. I think. I think about getting your clothes off and getting inside you so I can breathe. I can’t seem to breathe when I’m not with you. Why is that?” He stopped and stared at her.

  “Ah…”

  “I’ll tell you why.” He moved towards her. “Because I love you.”

  “I…um…of course you do. We’ve known each other forever. You love me like you love Cassie.”

  “No. Not like Cassie at all.” He moved in front of her, put his hands on her hips and pulled her to her to toes. “I’m in love with you, Freddie.”

  She sucked in a breath. “You used my name.”

  Zac laughed. “Out of everything I just said, that was the one thing you heard?”

  “You haven’t said my name in months.” Oh my God. The man had just professed his love for her and all she could focus on was that he’d finally called her by her name.

  “I don’t want to warn myself away anymore. The only red I want to think about is the colour of your body when I make you come.”

  “But what about West?”

  “West who?”

  She smiled. “My brother.”

  “You have a brother?” He arched one eyebrow. “You should introduce us some time.”

  Freddie laughed. “You’re a dickhead.”

  “No. I was acting like a dickhead. I’m not now. The only dick around here is in my pants and really wants to be in yours.”

  “Oh my God. That’s so cheesy.”

  “But you like cheesy, right?” He leaned forward and brushed his mouth on hers. “You secretly love it. Right?”

  She wasn’t sure she should give in to this man so easily. He could crush her with the flick of an eyelash.

  “I promise I won’t play fast and loose with your heart, Freddie. If you trust me with it, I’ll cherish it until my dying breath.”

  “Zac.”

  “I promise. And if I ever treat it, or you, badly again, you can get your brother and that muscle-bound Pierce to beat me black and blue.”

  “Zac.”

  “What?”

  “No more talking.”

  “No more talking?” She had to listen to him. He had to convince her to forgive him.

  Freddie shook her head. “No more talking.”

  “But—”

  “Zac.” She grinned at him.

  “So if we’re not talking then we’re—”

  “You’re still talking, Zac.”

  “I know but…” Was she telling him what he thought? She hadn’t kicked him out but then she hadn’t reciprocated his declaration of love either.

  “Zac!”

  “What?” He couldn’t think. She was in his arms. He’d told her he loved her.

  “For God’s sake.” She slipped out of his hold and grabbed his hand. “C’mon.”

  “What? Where?”

  “You know, as much as I like the fact I seem to be able to ruffle the unruffleable Zachary Moreland, I kinda like it when he’s in control.”

  “You want me to be in control?” Zac shook his head to clear some of the cobwebs of confusion tangling his brainwaves.

  She led him into her bedroom and suddenly his mind was crystal clear.

  “No more talking,” he murmured.

  “What?” Freddie stopped beside the bed.

  He moved in on her. “No more talking, Freddie. I can’t think straight when you’re talking, and I’ve got other, better, ideas that you can use your mouth for.”

  “Yeah?” She grinned as she climbed onto the bed backwards. “Are they dirty things?”

  Zac closed his eyes for a second. “Fuck. You’re going to be the death of me woman.”

  “But what a way to go. My mouth wrapped around—”

  “No more talking.” He crowded her until she lay down. “No. More. Talking.”

  “I love you too.”

  “Ah, fuck.” Zac laid his forehead on hers. “Now you say it.”

  She giggled. “I can take it back.”

  “Don’t you dare.” He grabbed her hands and dragged them up beside her head to pin them in place. “Say it again.”

  “I love you.”

  He kissed her. “Again.”

  “I love you, Zac.”

  This time the kiss wasn’t quick, but he cut it off before he sank too deep into the pleasure to pull back. “Once more.”

  “I love you.”

  “Okay.” He sat up and grabbed the hem of her shirt. With her help, he got it over her head and then did the same with his. “Now.”

  She blinked up at him.

  “No. More. Talking.”

  About the Author

  Years of slavery to four young aliens and their sire failed to squash the love of writing or reading hiding behind the facade of a boring stay-at-home mum. Escaping from the mother-ship with vivid imagination intact, Rhian uses her superpowers for good.

  Okay, so that’s not quite how it happened. A twenty-year marriage to her very own hero and raising a family of four kept writing on the back burner, but with more time to spend on the things she loves most, Rhian and her accomplice, Mr. Muse, have taken over. Writing in a multiple of genres keeps life interesting and busy.

  An Aussie who’s spent years living overseas Rhian is now happily residing with her family back in their native land of down under. Rhian can be found in numerous places online where her love of talking is well satisfied.

  To learn more about Rhian and her writing visit her website, www.rhiancahill.com. You can contact Rhian at rhian@rhiancahill.com.

  Look for these titles by Rhian Cahill

  Now Available:

  Party Games

  Truth or Dare

  Spin the Bottle

  Are You Game?

  7 Minutes in Heaven

  Catch ’n’ Kiss

  Coming Soon:

  Hearts are Wild

  Dare You To

  Just when you think you know the rules, the game changes.

  Spin the Bottle

  © 2012 Rhian Cahill

  Party Games, Book 4

  Lillian McDermott can’t complain about the years she’s spent at the top of a career she never wanted. But modelling gave her everything. Amazing experiences and enough money to leave it all behind to start her own perfume and fashion label.

  The one thing it didn’t give her is Mackenzie Harris. Her brother’s best friend. The man who sees her only as a surrogate little sister. Now, at the launch party for her the next phase of her life, she’s done waiting. She’s going to rock Mac’s world until ignoring her is the last thing on his mind.

  Mac isn’t blind to Lilli’s charms, and he never has been. But no best mate screws around with a little sister, no matter how tempting. No matter how much he wants to show her exactly how he’d like to respond to her teasing. But this time she’s gone too far, and he’s not backing down. She started it, and he’s going to finish it.

  One spin of the bottle turns friends to lovers. But as the boundaries come down, everything changes. Including what they thought they believed about the other.

  Warning: Playing this game will result in breathless sexual anticipation, smoldering sexual chemistry and scorching sexual tension. And then the fun really starts…

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Spin the Bottle:

  He’d tried to stay away, tried to ignore the gut-burning need to see if the kiss they’d shared was a fluke. His gaze dropped to her mouth. Slightly parted, her cherry-red lips beckoned, a siren’s call he knew he couldn’t refuse—didn’t want to deny. Mac leaned forward, his lip
s a breath from hers.

  “Mac?”

  His name on her tongue, the puff of warm air that blew over his chin and the tremor of her lips made him smile. “Lilli.”

  “What are you doing?” she whispered.

  “I thought that was obvious.” He didn’t pull away but moved his body closer to hers, his chest barely touching the tips of her breasts when she sucked in a breath.

  “You can’t.”

  “Can’t?”

  “N-no.” Her lips brushed his. “It’s bad, remember?”

  Mac pulled back a fraction to focus on her eyes. “What?”

  “Kissing me.” She licked her lips and sent his blood pressure soaring. “When we did it before, you said it was bad.”

  For a second, he hadn’t a clue what she meant, and then it clicked. “Oh, no, it wasn’t the kiss that was bad, Lilli.” He lowered his head, brought his mouth back within touching distance of hers. “I’ll prove it.”

  He slanted his mouth across hers. Thrust his tongue between her parted lips to plunder. Mac didn’t ease into the kiss. He dove deep, headfirst. She tasted of champagne and cherries. Of lush decadence that spoke of untold pleasure. The party faded away, lost in the mating of their mouths. Nothing existed but the woman now in his arms, her body plastered to his, her soft curves cradling his hard edges as he devoured her.

  Her breath hitched when he sucked on her tongue, and the gaspy little moan that followed the caress of his hand down her spine dragged him further into the most sublime kiss of his life. His cock throbbed, his balls ached and every nerve ending sizzled with the need to take her.

  Here.

  Now.

  Against the wall.

  Mac pushed his hand beneath the hem of her too-short dress, palmed her bare arse cheek and squeezed. Her supple flesh filled his hand, her smooth skin like silk under his fingertips. Jesus, she either wore a thong or nothing at all. Both options had his pulse accelerating and his cock stiffening. Blood rushed through his veins, pounded in his ears and slammed his heart against his rib cage. Lilli’s fingers tangled in his hair and tugged. The sting of pain was an erotic thrill he never dreamed would turn him on.

  Someone bumped into his back hard enough to make him stumble. He pulled his mouth from hers and let her go to brace his arms on the wall, shielding her body with his. She stared at him, eyes wide, her pupils dilated and those cherry-red lips wet from his kisses. A shudder rippled through him, the sight of her flushed cheeks and rosy mouth injecting another burst of lust into his system. This wasn’t the time or the place, but damn if he could get himself to care.

  Her nipples were hard nubs digging into his chest and her breath came in harsh pants, mirroring his. Mac fought for some of his legendary control. Where had a lifetime’s worth of discipline disappeared to? What was it about sweet, innocent Lilli that cut the reins of restraint he’d lived by? He looked down at her, the skin-tight black dress she wore contradicted the idea of sweet innocence, but something about the provocative outfit didn’t ring true, he just couldn’t put his finger on why not.

  She gained her wits before he did. Mac was still breathing hard and ogling her cleavage when she ducked beneath his outstretched arm and escaped him. Trapped in a lust-induced fog, it took him a moment to realise she’d gone. When he did, he lowered his head and cursed himself a fool. For the second time, he’d had her in his arms and let her get away. That stopped here and now. If their first kiss all those months ago hadn’t convinced him, this second one had. Lilli would be his, body and soul, he would own her before the night was done. It was only fair. After all, she’d owned him from the moment his body had begun to crave hers.

  When the light turns yellow, it’s time to step on the gas.

  Red Light, Green Light

  © 2014 Rhian Cahill

  Are You Game? Book 3

  You never forget your first.

  Truer words have never been spoken when it comes to Kelsey Newman’s first love. Years spent ignoring the ache she feels for Weston Mann has done little to erase him from her mind and her heart.

  The one that got away.

  Ten years ago, West loved Kelsey enough to let her go when he realized he wasn’t ready for the kind of relationship she needed. Watching her walk down the aisle with another man cut deep. But West is a quick learner, and he never makes the same mistake twice. Now that she’s free, he plans to make up for lost time.

  A love that won’t stop.

  Kelsey isn’t ready to give West a green light, and he refuses to accept the red ones she’s given him. With each stop and start of their seesawing relationship, she finds herself falling for him all over again. Except it’s hard to trust her heart to a man who once told her he didn’t want it.

  Warning: Story contains a reluctant heroine, a determined hero, an ex who doesn’t want to stay exed, and a love that knows no limit—speed or otherwise.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Red Light, Green Light:

  “Have you eaten?” West reached out to open the door. “I can make you a snack if you’re hungry.”

  “No. I’m good. I grabbed a burger for lunch.” As soon as the words left her mouth she knew she was in trouble.

  “A burger?” He pulled her to a stop. “Please tell me you are not referring to one of those things they serve at the Golden Arches.”

  Kelsey ducked her head. “Then I won’t.”

  “Jeez, Kels, you can’t live on that crap.”

  “I don’t. I eat other stuff.”

  “Frozen diet meals don’t count in the not-crap column either.”

  Damn. He knew her so well. “Fine. I promise to eat better if you promise to take my advice and hire a fulltime office manager.” Kelsey wasn’t above using her capitulation to get something she wanted. It didn’t matter that it was something West needed desperately.

  “Deal. When do you start?”

  “I’ll start by making a healthy chicken salad for dinner tonight.”

  “I’m talking about work.”

  “What?”

  “I’m happy for you to continue seeing your regular clients out of here if that makes things easier.” West steered her into the small windowless room he used as an office.

  “Wait. What?” Had she missed something he said? She must have, because she was completely lost in this conversation.

  “Sit. I’ll get you a drink.” He pushed her into the chair behind his desk and left the room before she could blink.

  What the hell had just happened? Kelsey ran back over every word they’d spoken, and even though she thought she had a handle on it, the outcome didn’t make any sense. West was talking as if she’d agreed to be his new office manager. It wasn’t the first time he’d suggested it, but she’d never believed he meant it as a real possibility. He couldn’t be serious. Could he?

  She mulled over the idea while pulling files out of her briefcase. Spying a folder overflowing with invoices, Kelsey tried not to panic at the thought of all those numbers not being entered into the relevant spreadsheets she’d set up for West’s business. With a sinking feeling, she began leafing through the paperwork on his desk. She’d just booted up his computer when he came back in.

  “Here. This will go a long way to repairing the damage that processed burger is doing to your system.” He placed a bright-green drink in front of her.

  “What the hell is that?” Kelsey leaned over and took a sniff. “Banana?”

  “Yep, with some extra nutrients thrown in.”

  Oh God. He was feeding her one of those super smoothie things his sister made. Kelsey scrunched up her nose as she took another sniff.

  “Just drink it. It won’t kill you.” He flopped into the chair on the other side of his desk.

  “But it’s green.”

  “It’s only kale and spinach. Nothing sinister, I promise.”

&n
bsp; Kelsey eyed the glass as she picked it up and brought it to her lips. She took a tentative sip and was surprised by the sweet banana flavour that burst across her tongue. Taking a bigger drink, she tried to determine what else he’d added to it.

  “Good?” West watched her with a grin on his face.

  “It’s okay.” Kelsey wasn’t about to admit the damn thing tasted yummy. She took another drink before she put the glass down and opened the file that held West’s tax documents. “Now if you’ll pull up the spreadsheets for me, I’ll get started.”

  “Ah, yeah, about that…”

  She glanced up, eyebrows raised.

  “I kinda, sorta haven’t gotten to those.” He lifted his chin in the direction of the overflowing folder.

  “Dammit, West.” This was going to take so much longer than she’d thought—hoped. With a sigh, she leaned back in the chair. “You promised me this year would be different.”

  “I know. And it would have been. But time got away from me, and today I got caught up in the kitchen.”

  Kelsey held up her hand. “I don’t want to hear excuses. This is why you need an office manager.”

  “I know.”

  “Then hire one.”

  “I want you.”

  The words hung in the air between them. He’d said those exact words numerous times before when they’d talked about his need for a fulltime manager, but after Friday night’s kiss, those three simple words took on a whole new meaning.

  From head to toes, everything tightened, warmed and tingled, and a full-body shiver rolled over her. His eyes went dark, his gaze laser-like in its intensity, and Kelsey’s breath hitched. She licked her lips, her tongue sticking on the dry surface. West’s hands fisted on his thighs and her eyes were drawn to the bulge in his pants. He didn’t hide from her, and if she was reading him right, he wanted her to know exactly what he wanted her for.

  “West.” His name was a plea on her lips, but Kelsey had no clue what she was asking for.

  “Take the job, Kels.” The words came through clenched teeth.