Freefalling by Zara Stoneley Page B

multi-task.’ Christ, that was good.
    ‘Only when it matters.’ His warm tongue traced a path from her breast down her stomach, dipped into her navel. He was sucking and teasing at the soft flesh of her stomach, creating a whole new wave of sensation, and she clutched at his hair, winding her fingers in deep as the play of his tongue and lips seemed to blend in with the fingers that were strumming deep inside her pussy. She shut her eyes.
    ‘Open your eyes, Hayley, I want to see you come, but don’t you dare come yet.’
    It was the last bit that made her tighten, the rough-edged command. How the hell did that work? She’d spent all her life willing her orgasms closer and now he was telling her not to. Which was what did it. That and the sudden pinch of his finger and thumb on her swollen clit, and the glow of lust in his come-to-bed eyes that seemed to know her better than they should.
    She was coming, pulsing round his fingers with a force that was rocking right through her body, and all she could do was press down harder against him, open her thighs even wider so that she could feel him deeper.
    ‘Naughty girl.’ His fingers curled inside her, sending a fresh ripple through her body. ‘I’m going to have to punish you for that.’ He slid further down the bed and his mouth was on her, sucking hard on a clit that was close to burning up.
    ‘No, no, Tom.’ It was pain, it was agony, it was bliss. She dug her nails into his shoulders and he roughly pulled her tighter against his face, fingers hard against her hips as he lapped at her swollen slit. She couldn’t have moved if she wanted to, except she didn’t want to. She wanted to moan, to scream, to beg. He lifted her hips, his fingers digging into her bum as his tongue probed deeper, his teeth teasing her swollen nub, and she didn’t know if her orgasm had finished and she was coming again or it had never really ended.
    He seemed to have all of her in his mouth, his tongue deep, his teeth closing over her mound as he sucked. She bucked against him, shaking in his strong grip as he held her firm, sucking and licking, never stopping until every last tremble has been drawn out of her and she lay in a panting mess.
    Then he blew a raspberry on her trembling stomach. ‘Shower time, gorgeous.’
    Shit. So much for being sensible.
    ‘I can’t.’ The too-hot coffee scalded her mouth and set her eyes watering.
    ‘You can’t?’ He tipped his head to one side, narrowing the tiger eyes. ‘Or you don’t want to?’
    ‘I can’t.’ Why wasn’t she the type of girl who could just say no? It was fun but “bye” would have done just fine. ‘I’m sorry, I don’t usually … I mean I don’t normally … Just …’
    ‘Throw a man out?’
    Fuck, he was making this difficult. ‘Sleep with someone like that.’ He was making her feel so bad. ‘Rush into things.’
    ‘Oh, so it’s the rushing that bothers you?’
    Oh, it wasn’t the rushing; it was the needing that bothered her. ‘I can’t see you again. I promised.’ The needing, and the memory of the tears on her face as he’d made her come last night, the gentleness as he’d kissed them away and then wrapped her in his arms.
    ‘You promised? He gave a short, barking laugh. ‘I’m suggesting dinner, Hayley, not a Vegas wedding.’
    ‘I promised.’
    ‘How can you promise someone you won’t see me again when you didn’t know this would happen?’ He waved a hand in the direction of the bedroom and heat rushed to her face. ‘Unless I’m part of some well-choreographed act?’
    ‘Good God, no. You don’t really think I planned all this and …’
    ‘Not really, no. Well, I’d hope I’m not that much of a pushover.’ The gruff laugh made her feel guilty.
    ‘I didn’t mean you specifically.’
    ‘Oh great, you’re telling me I’m one of many now.’
    ‘Shut up, you know I didn’t mean that.’ He didn’t, he couldn’t.
    ‘Do I?’
    He did. She was making herself sound like some