Free Zack (Armed and Dangerous Book 1) by Cheyenne McCray Page A

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    Zack’s warm breath on her neck and his low voice brought her out of her memories. “I never thought I could want you more than I did that day. But every day after that, I couldn’t get enough of you.”
    His hands moved from her waist, caressing her through the dress, down her hips, and back again to her waist, and she couldn’t stop the shivers trailing along her spine.
    His voice rumbled as he spoke close to her ear. “And somehow I want you now even more than I did then.”
    Damn the man. How could he do this to her?
    Sudden anger flowed through her. “Hear me loud and clear, Zack,” she said. “Nothing’s going to happen between us. I agreed to be friends with you. Not fuck you.”
    Zack tried not to smile, but whether she realized it or not, her words were as effective as a dare. Like waving a red flag in front of a primed bull. Without a doubt, Zack knew she wanted him with the same fierceness he felt for her. Their one dance had already melded into a second, and if he had his way, he’d be dancing with her all night.
    And then he’d get her home and in his bed.
    Just the thought of what she was wearing under that scrap of a dress was enough to make him want to throw back his head and let loose a primal chest-beating howl, throw her over his shoulder, and take her home and bury himself inside of her.
    When he’d arrived at the fairgrounds, Sky had pulled in and parked her Rover directly in the row in front of him. After a moment she’d slid out of her SUV and her tiny dress had climbed up her thighs to reveal garters holding up sheer stockings. Pure lust had bolted through him at the sight. All thoughts of work, smuggling, and rustlers blew away with the breeze.
    Now she was in his arms, her scent of orange blossoms flowing over him, and it felt so completely right. He knew he’d been an idiot to leave her and he wasn’t going to make that mistake a second time. And he’d be damned if he’d let her go any time tonight.
    He lifted his head to look down at Sky, taking in her generous curves underneath that barely there outfit. Through the netting at the top of her dress, Zack could see the mole above her left breast. He yearned to peel away the material and run his tongue over that beauty mark, and every inch of her body.
    Sky’s green eyes met his, challenging him. “Your one dance is over.”
    He wrapped a loose strand of hair around one of his fingers. “Dance with me all night.”
    “I—no.” Her voice was firm as she shook her head, tugging at the strand.
    He brought his lips to her hair, traveling along her temple and down to her ear. His voice was a rumbling growl and his words came out as a demand. “Dance with me.”
    Sky gasped as Zack nipped at her lobe, hard, and when he raised his head he saw her eyes had turned a deeper green with sensuality and her lips had parted. He needed to kiss those lips again.
    His mouth neared hers. She lowered her lashes and tilted her head back. Her scent was warm and inviting, arousing him even more.
    “Zack.” Their lips came closer as she spoke in a husky whisper that made his cock grow harder. “I—”
    He didn’t let her finish whatever it was she was going to say.
    Her soft lips were his to take, her mouth his to taste. His hunger for her was so strong, so deep, that he took control of her body by dragging her close and pressing her tight against his erection. He cupped the back of her head, holding her so that she couldn’t draw away, even if she wanted to.
    And by the way she was kissing him that was the last thing on her mind.
    She returned his kiss with the fervor he remembered from long ago. Much too long ago. Her mouth, lips, and tongue were the sweetest, softest things he’d ever felt or tasted.
    Her moans and desperate whimpers grew loud enough for him to hear over the music and his body grew hot with such incredible need that he knew if he didn’t have her right now, he would die.
    Sky felt instantly robbed when Zack broke