Free Clay: Armed and Dangerous by Cheyenne McCray Page B

Her hands continued exploring
     him, moving to his shoulders and along his arms to his wrists, and then back up and
     down his chest to his flat belly. She loved the ripple of muscle beneath his smooth
     skin and the way his taut stomach clenched beneath her touch.
    “Rylie.” A growl rumbled up in Clay’s chest, reverberating through her as she continued
     kissing and licking him.
    “Don’t tell me you like it hard and fast.” She trailed her tongue in lazy circles
     down his belly toward his waistband. “I thought you enjoyed slow and easy.”
    Clay thought he was going to climax in his jeans from the way the woman was torturing
     him. “Honey, when it comes to you, I have a feeling nothing’s easy.”
    “Oh?” She tugged at his belt and pulled it out of the belt loops, her chocolate eyes
     meeting his. “I sure said yes mighty fast to you in the barn. What do you call that?”
     Rylie placed her hand on his cock and rubbed it through the denim.
    He throbbed at her touch. “There’s a difference between going after what you want
     and being easy.”
    “I like the way you think, cowboy.” With nimble fingers she unfastened his jeans,
     tugged them down, and gasped when his erection sprang out. “Damn. I knew you were
     big, but... damn.”
    When she looked up at him, he raised an eyebrow at her wide- eyed expression.
    A mischievous light sparked in her eyes. “In case you’re wondering, that’s a good
     thing.”
    He grinned as she pulled his jeans and briefs down past his hips and he stepped out
     of them. “Thank God for small favors.”
    Rylie knelt on the rug at his feet and wrapped her fingers around him. Her hair shimmered
     gold in the lamp’s glow as she shook her head. “In your case, I’d say it was a rather
     large favor.” Before he had a chance to respond, she swirled her tongue over his oh-so-sensitive
     head.
    Clay’s hips bucked and he slid his hands into her hair, unable to keep from touching
     her any longer. He could barely remember to breathe as he watched her lips slide down
     his shaft, taking him deep. Her mouth felt warm and wet, and better than he had imagined.
     And he had imagined plenty since meeting Rylie.
    Her eyes met his as she continued easing her lips up and down. She moved one hand
     lower, toying with his sensitive sack while her other hand worked his staff in time
     with the motion of her mouth.
    He clenched his fingers in her silken strands and gritted his teeth. “You’re going
     to be swallowing real fast if you don’t slow down.”
    In response she hummed, the vibration burning through him like a match-lit fuse. His
     groin tightened as the sensation shoved him over the edge and straight into an explosive
     orgasm.
    Clay’s hands clenched in Rylie’s hair. She never let up, not for a moment. She would
     have kept going, but he managed to use his strength to his advantage and disengaged
     himself from her mouth.
    His breathing came hard, sweat cooling his skin, as he braced his hands on her shoulders.
     Rylie grinned up at him, licking her lips like a cat cleaning the last bit of cream
     from her whiskers.
    “Remind me not to piss you off,” Clay murmured as he gripped her shoulders and drew
     her up to him. “You know how to get your revenge, don’t you?”
    Sliding her hands around his neck, she melded her lithe body against his. “Are you
     complaining?”
    He chuckled and pressed his lips to her forehead. “Not on your life.”
    Satisfaction warmed Rylie’s belly, knowing that she’d given him as much pleasure as
     he’d given her. A smile curved her lips as she nuzzled his chest. “You need time to
     regenerate, or are you ready?”
    Clay growled as he grabbed her ass and pressed his thick erection to her belly. “What
     do you think?”
    “Oooh, you’re hard again.” She stood up on her toes and brushed her mouth over his,
     loving the way his mustache felt against her lips. “So what are you waiting for?”
    He clasped his big hands