Free Clay: Armed and Dangerous by Cheyenne McCray

think about is sex when I’m near you.”
    “You make it real hard to think about anything else.” Clay pulled her body tight against
     his and fisted his hands under her jean skirt. His fingers slid along her bare ass
     as he discovered she was wearing nothing underneath, just as he’d dared her to do.
     A groan rumbled from his chest, and he throbbed with scalding need to be buried inside
     Rylie’s core.
    She reached up and flicked her tongue over his bottom lip and then gently nipped it.
     Damn, but the sensation was erotic. He’d never had a woman bite his lip before, and
     he couldn’t believe what it did to him.
    Unable to stand her sweet torture any longer, Clay crushed his mouth against hers,
     devouring her, filling himself with her sweet taste. Rylie’s tongue met his, her kiss
     as hard and demanding as his own.
    He raised her skirt to her waist, then grabbed her ass, lifting her up and pressing
     her bare flesh against his erection. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clamping
     him tight as her hands clenched in his hair and they ravaged each other’s mouth.
    Rylie couldn’t believe how wild she was for this man. She needed to feel his naked
     skin next to hers, to feel him sliding into her.
    “I want you, Clay.” Her voice was husky as she pulled back and looked into his eyes.
     “Now.”
    “Damn, Rylie.” Clay moved his lips to her neck and she gasped at the sensual feel
     of his mustache along her throat. “I’ve never met a woman like you.”
    With her legs still wrapped around him, he walked to an overstuffed chair near a fireplace.
     He set her down, her naked ass on the cool leather of the chair, her skirt hiked up
     to her waist. As he knelt between her thighs, she kicked off her shoes and spread
     her legs.
    “I want you naked.” Rylie reached for him, but he captured both her wrists in one
     of his big hands.
    He gave her a sexy grin that sent tingles straight through her belly and made her
     absolutely wild for him. “I need a little appetizer first.” With her wrists held in
     one of his hands, he pinned them over her head while pressing closer to her. His masculine
     scent filled her senses, driving her crazy, making her want him so badly that she
     wriggled and moaned.
    With his free hand, Clay reached up and tugged on her strapless top, pulling it down
     to see her small breasts and pert nipples. “Mmmm. Beautiful,” he murmured before lowering
     his head and licking one of her diamond-hard nubs.
    Rylie gasped, her back arching up as feral sensations coursed through her body. She
     struggled to free her hands as Clay suckled first one nipple, then the other. His
     mustache brushed across her sensitized skin and she could swear she was going to come
     just from the sensation of his mouth, lips, and mustache on her breasts. The feel
     of her skirt and top around her waist, with the leather of the chair against her bared
     skin, was incredible.
    “Let me touch you.” She clamped her knees around his waist, locking her ankles behind
     his back and pressing his jean-clad crotch tighter to her sex.
    “You enjoy watching people.” He kissed a trail from her breasts to her neck as he
     spoke. “I’ll bet you’d like to be tied up.”
    “God, yes.” Rylie moaned at him, saying one of her fantasies aloud, and she knew she
     couldn’t wait another moment to have him inside her.
    “Such a wild little thing.” Clay lowered her arms, but didn’t release her wrists.
     Instead he kept a hold on them as he eased down. She smelled the scent of her juices
     as he widened her legs further and ran his tongue along the inside of her thighs.
    “Dammit, Clay!” Rylie squirmed, dying for him to give her a little mercy. To do anything
     to bring her some relief. She’d never wanted anything as bad as she wanted Clay inside
     her.
    “You like it fast and hard, don’t you?” His tongue moved closer to where she wanted
     him to go. “Slow and easy drives you crazy, doesn’t