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Shock held Clay immobile as James resumed storming up the stairs, though his
soft-soled sneakers didn t add anything to the effect. And here Clay had thought the
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man was still recovering from the run Nessie had given him. Of course, at the rate
James s stiff-backed form retreated down the hall, he could teach his mare a trick or
two.
Did Clay really want James to run from this thing between them? For the past
three days, he d done the running but hadn t been able to erase the image of James
stroking his cock from his mind. Hell, who was he kidding? His lust-filled thoughts
about James had started way before the man ever laid a hand on him. So why was he
standing there watching him leave?
He lunged up the last few steps while James entered his room. He ran down the
hall as the door swung shut and reached it in time to shove his boot in the narrowing
gap. He winced when the door pinched his foot against the frame before bouncing wide
again.
James glared at him. What the hell are you doing?
Clay licked his lips and took a deep breath. You re not the only one.
James frowned. I m not the only one what?
Who s captivated. His gaze swept the hall, and though it was empty, he couldn t
form the words.
With a huff, James stepped away from the door. He walked to the small table
while Clay stepped inside the room and shut the door. After turning, James placed his
hands behind him on the table and leaned back. What do you want, Clay?
What did he want? He didn t know anymore. Though he did know James wasn t a
man who hid and would never accept the way Clay lived his life. He should walk away,
but he couldn t. He told himself it was just because he hadn t gotten laid in months and
ignored the skip in his heartbeat that whispered about long-term possibilities. You. I
want you.
A muscle ticked in James s jaw. He slowly straightened. At his side, his hands
fisted and unfisted.
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Wouldn t it suck if Clay s admission was too little too late?
Strip.
Clay s dick twitched at the harsh command. Excuse me?
James crossed his arms and widened his stance. Strip.
Clay knocked the hat off his head, caught it between his thumb and finger, and
walked over to set it on the table behind James. Heat and tension radiated from the
other man s body. Clay s cock throbbed. All that restrained power was for him.
He took a step back and met James s gaze. With a sharp jerk, his tee came free
from his jeans. Then the soft cotton was over his head and falling to the floor behind
him. He took the condoms from his pocket there d always been the what-if possibility
for the two of them running into each other and tossed them on the bed beside them.
Are you always prepared for sex with random strangers?
Clay could have taken exception to the implied insult that he would sleep with
just anyone, but the only thing on the rise was his cock, not his anger. He could have
admitted why he came to the ranch with a box of condoms, but that would only lead to
questions he didn t want to answer. He could have said that while he d tried to keep his
distance over the past three days, he d fantasized about a wild encounter in the barn,
down by the creek, hell, anywhere James would have let him take him. Instead, he
quirked a brow and asked, Aren t you?
I was in a committed relationship until a few months ago.
Commitment. There was that happily ever after idea again. What would it be like to
come home to James every night? Or at least those nights he wasn t married to a case.
Would that be enough for James? If he didn t understand Clay s drive, then no one
would. His cock drove into the zipper of his jeans. Why was he lost in thought when he
could be naked? Within moments, he stood in his birthday suit. What now?
James s gaze seared a path from the top of Clay s head to the ends of his toes, then
settled on his dick, which pulsed in anticipation. On your back on the bed.
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Clay grabbed the condoms and tossed them on the nightstand before jerking the
blankets down and settling onto the soft cotton sheets. They were cool but wouldn t be
for long. Not with the heat of anticipation humming through his veins and warming his
body. He d never allowed anyone to order him around before, and he liked the sense of
uncertainty, of the unknown.
James pulled his shirt from his jeans. Hands behind your head.
Clay s throat was parched like he d been sucking in desert-dry air. Not being able
to touch himself while James stripped would be the best kind of torture. He laced his
fingers tight and nestled his head into the cradle they created while James shed his
shirt, the muscles of his abs rippling.
Clay s dick hardened painfully, begging to be squeezed and to have the drop of
precum smoothed into the tip. He clenched his jaw and threaded his fingers together
tighter. Yep. Torture.
James s hands went to his belt. Do you like being topped? The buckle tinkled
while James flicked open the button.
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