Good Enough to Share (Good Enough, Book 1 - Christmas) by Zara Stoneley Page B

him. The baby blue eyes were as clear and wide as ever, but he looked
so damn serious I had to reach out and run my fingertips over his wide chiseled
cheekbone just to stop the feeling of unreality.
    “Don’t go, Holly.”
He still had his hand in my hair and I felt like I should be running, before
this all went wrong, but I didn’t want to. Then he kissed me. He’d kissed me
before, on the cheek, on the head, even on the lips. But this was different.
His perfect lips met mine with the lightest of touches, but it was like a deep
caress, it filtered through me and there was no way I could move. The tip of
his tongue skated along my lower lip and I needed him so much it made me feel
hollow inside.
    “Charlie.”
    “Don’t say
anything.” He was still so close, his lips touching mine as he spoke and then
his tongue ran slowly over the tips of my teeth and every bit of me seemed to
clench with need. He smelled of coffee, and tasted of mints. Fresh and good,
and I closed my eyes and let the shivers run through me as he gently explored
my mouth. I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to kiss him back, I just wanted to
feel, to taste. To take. His hands were cradling my head, and he ran his thumbs
up the side of my face with a sensuous stroke that was better than any massage
I’d ever had, reaching out and unknotting every kink in my body.
    My whole body
seemed to sigh and I let myself relax against him just a tiny bit more. His
tongue circled mine, tempting me, teasing me as he drew his lips the smallest
of distances away and I knew I couldn’t not have him. I sucked at his lower lip
and his groan made me smile inside, his hands had tightened around my face, his
breath quickening.
    “Can I?” He was
staring at my top as though he was hoping he could wish it away, so I did it
for him. I stripped the jumper over my head, and it wasn’t the cold that sent a
shiver of goose bumps over my skin. His hand slipped down over my shoulder and
I was holding my breath as he stared, as his gentle touch made my sex clench
with anticipation. “You are so fucking gorgeous.” He dipped his head, but he
didn’t suck my hard nipples as I thought he would. He kissed my throat, let his
damp mouth burn a trail of delicate kisses down my chest. Ever so gently he
pulled the lace of my bra cups under my breasts as I swayed, not sure what to
do. For a moment he just stared and my breasts grew heavier and hotter with
every second.
    “Please.” I
tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, I couldn’t stand another
second of waiting. I’d never been good at foreplay and this was coiling me up
to the point of jumping on him. He chuckled but let me guide him forward, and
then his tongue traced a slow lazy circle of dampness around my nipple and I
felt a rush of juices to my knickers. He lifted his head, replaced his tongue
with his thumb, then gently pinched at my nipple, pulling it to an ever harder
peak and sending a jolt of need straight through the centre of me. “Oh God,
Charlie, touch me.” His blue eyes were dark, almost black, like some angel
turned devil, and I loved a devil. Then he opened the button of my jeans as
surely as if he did it every day and his soft hand glided deep inside, knowing
fingers slipping under my skimpy knickers and straight to my pussy. I wanted
him to know how wet I was, what he was doing to me, wanted him to know that my
clit was throbbing with need. And he did. His gaze never left my face, then he
rubbed down hard on my clit and I came. I gasped and shuddered and throbbed
with surprise against his firm hand. And for a girl who normally comes best
with a hard cock inside her, that came as a bit of a shock. He slipped down to
my feet then and tugged at my jeans until they were round my ankles, and then his
elegant fingers traced small spiraling circles on my inner thighs until I was
gasping again. He blew over my slit, warm air that felt cold against my hot
skin and I reached down to pull him