Freefalling by Zara Stoneley Page A

out and answer a few questions. Like why she had a man in her bed the day after she’d sworn to herself she was a male-free zone until she’d got her current commissions finished. Until she knew she could trust herself not to wreck her one big chance.
    ‘That’s a shame.’ The deep, sure voice hit a spot deep inside her, and partly answered the question; it was a chocolate-coated promise of satisfaction. Warm, melting, smooth … For heaven’s sake, Hayley, get a grip, girl.
    ‘Because it was fun.’ His finger traced a lazy circle round her nipple. Nooo. A new ripple of awareness spread out across her breast and started to shimmy its way down her stomach. Maybe if she crossed her legs she could stop it going any further. If it wasn’t already too late.
    ‘It was lots of fun.’ The warmth of his breath ruffled into her hair, sending another wave of something nice, a double assault. But she’d promised herself. Not now, not right now, she really, really mustn’t let herself. One night-stand, fine; well, almost fine, apart from the fact that she didn’t do one-night stands and didn’t know what was supposed to come next. But whatever it was, it didn’t include a fry-up, she was fairly sure about that.
    Cosy shared breakfast just had to be wrong, had to be asking for trouble. To be avoided. At all costs. Because she just knew the way she’d reacted to him last night meant that it would be far too easy to want more. Or he wouldn’t be in her bed now, looking like he belonged there and intended to stay for a repeat performance.
    She bit down hard on her bottom lip as he rolled her onto her back and the warmth spread between her thighs. No, no, no. A wave of heat shimmied up her inner body as his palm moved from her knee, stroking its way effortlessly higher, and she was dimly aware of her legs parting wider. She could say no, she should say no. She should scream stop.
    His fingers fluttered over her swollen labia and her whole body seemed to sigh and open up that bit wider. She couldn’t help it; she just didn’t want to say stop. A firm finger slid smoothly into her damp pussy, sending an urgent zing to her brain. A zing that had everything to do with parting her thighs further and absolutely nothing at all to do with being sensible.
    ‘We shouldn’t.’
    ‘Shh. You are just so incredibly gorgeous, you know.’ His thumb flicked over her hardening nipple. She had to get out of this, but she couldn’t move and she didn’t want to. His other thumb drifted lazily over her clit and strong, broad fingers dipped deeper into her slick channel.
    She moaned; she knew it had to be her who was making that low sound, and he shifted, moving his arm out from under her, propping himself up so that he could look down, his fingers never leaving her.
    It was a cruel dream. Tawny eyes, flecked with gold, were looking at her like she was the centre of the universe; an intense look that sent a new wave of juices between her thighs. And he was curling his fingers, rubbing her G-spot with the type of pressure that was just about to make her forget who she was.
    He dipped his head, gold eyes still watching her as his tongue snaked a hot path round her breast. His lips took her nipple and slowly drew her into his mouth in a way that sent a flash of flame straight to her pussy.
    Oh boy, that was hitting the spot. ‘Oh God, please don’t stop.’
    ‘Don’t worry, I don’t intend to, but I can’t talk with my mouth full.’ A wicked smile flooded his face and then he sucked her slowly back in as his tongue flicked over her sensitised flesh. His eyes darkened as he sucked harder until the pleasure bordered on pain and her clit started to throb. She gasped, and he knew. His thumb rolled over her swollen nub again, and she automatically tipped her pelvis, circling to follow the motion of his hand, to intensify the pressure until it hit a point where she was sure she couldn’t bear any more.
    ‘I didn’t think men could