Free Clay: Armed and Dangerous by Cheyenne McCray Page A

it?”
    “Yes, you bastard.” Rylie clenched her teeth and arched her back up off the chair.
     “Now quit making me wait.”
    Clay chuckled, the feel of his warm breath against her skin almost enough to send
     her over the pinnacle. “I was right that you shave.” He ran his tongue up her smooth
     skin and she cried out from the feel of it. “And you’re gorgeous.”
    Rylie was about to yell at him again when he pressed his mouth tight to her folds.
     He plunged his finger inside her, thrusting it in and out of her as he licked and
     sucked, driving her completely insane. She fought against his hold on her wrists,
     wanting to clench her hands in his hair, but at the same time totally turned-on by
     being held prisoner to his will.
    Her climax hit her so hard that she shrieked and clamped her knees tight around his
     head. “Stop,” she begged as aftershock upon aftershock wracked her body. “I can’t
     take any more.”
    But Clay didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, until she reached climax again. And then again.

Chapter 6
    Rylie was still recovering from that third orgasm when Clay released her wrists, scooped
     her up, and stood. Her world spun and she gasped as she flung her arms around his
     neck and held on while he strode from the living room.
    “Where are you taking me?” she asked as she clung to him.
    “My room.” His stride was deliberate, his jaw set as he carried her through the large
     home.
    “ ’Bout time.” She caught glimpses of a large stainless-steel kitchen that would make
     a chef envious, as well as a kitchen nook with a bay window and a formal dining room.
     The house smelled warm and inviting, a spicy masculine scent that reminded her of
     Clay.
    His boots rang against the tile as he headed down a short hall and through double
     doors into a massive bedroom. Light from the hallway poured through the doors, illuminating
     the rough-hewn wooden furniture and a king-sized bed smack-dab in the middle of the
     room.
    One-handed, he flipped on the lamp on the nightstand beside the bed, and the room
     filled with a soft amber glow. He set her on the comforter and tugged off her skirt
     and top before she had a chance to even think straight.
    Rylie had never thought of herself as beautiful, not like her friend Skylar. As far
     as Rylie was concerned, she was too thin with not enough curves, as well as being
     small-chested. But right now, with the way Clay just stood there and looked at her
     with hunger, desire, and admiration in his green eyes, she felt absolutely gorgeous.
    She eased off the comforter to stand on the small rug at his bedside as he toed off
     his boots and yanked off his socks. “Let me undress you,” she said.
    But when she reached for his shirt, he caught her wrists. “I don’t know if I can wait
     that long.”
    “Fair’s fair.” Rylie gave him a saucy smile, but inside she was a quivering mass of
     lust. Every cell in her body screamed with need for this man. Need to have his naked
     form against hers, need to taste his skin, and need to see if he fit as perfectly
     inside as he did outside.
    Clay released her, but a muscle in his cheek twitched and she could tell he was barely
     able to rein himself in. He clenched and unclenched his fists. “You’d better hurry,
     woman.”
    With a soft laugh, Rylie grabbed the bottom of his shirt, brought it up to his chest,
     and he helped her pull it over his head. The action mussed his thick sable hair, giving
     him an untamed and dangerous look.
    “Mmmm.” She ran her palms over his muscled chest, enjoying the feel of him. “Now keep
     your hands to yourself while I get my turn at you.” Breathing deeply of his scent,
     she leaned forward and flicked her tongue against his nipple, and delighted in the
     way he sucked in his breath. His biceps flexed as he fought for control.
    His salty taste rolled over her tongue as she licked a path from one nipple, through
     the light dusting of hair on his chest, to the other nipple.