ANYTA'S POV
“No, please wait.”
Clay let go of my hand but reached up to cup my face gently.
“Please stay.”
I tried to speak again, to demand answers or tell him we needed ice for his bruised rib cage, but the words died as he leaned down.
He didn't go for my lips like I expected him to. Instead, he pressed a lingering, velvet-soft kiss to the side of my jaw.
A shudder wracked through me as I felt his stubble graze my skin, a delicious friction that sent shivers racing down my spine.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against my skin. “So incredibly refreshing and fascinating, Anyta…”
My heart squeezed tightly in my chest as I curled my fingers to keep myself from reaching up to touch him.
Clay moved to my cheek, his kisses slow and worshipful, while his hand once again dropped d
