The Seven: A Taste for Jazz: Book 3 of The Seven series by Ciana Stone Read Free Book Online Page A

she launched her offensive. He smelled her, the sweet musk of her sex enveloped him like a spell, making him burn for her. It ignited a new hunger. He wanted to beat her. Not hurt her, but physically dominate her. He wanted to conquer her then take all he wanted of her.
    Some primitive part of his mind realized it was what she wanted. Jazz was not a woman who would give herself to a man. She would take from a man, dominating him and taking what she needed unless he was strong enough to turn the tables on her. She was accustomed to being the conqueror but inside was the call of a female begging to be subjugated.
    And he was determined to be that man. He deflected her opening salvo, countering with judo moves, forcing the fight to be waged up close. He grabbed her arm, twisting and turning so that he ended up behind her, her arm bent up behind her back, hips arching backward to relieve the pressure.
    For a split second he thought he had her. As her ass ground back against him and her free hand came up to grab a fistful of hair, he realized his folly. Showing superior skill and leverage, she flipped him over her shoulder.
    Rock hit and rolled, scissoring his legs to catch her ankle and send her flying. He was on her the moment she hit the floor. They rolled over and over, each trying to gain the advantage, make the pin.
    The contact of their bodies was electric. He thickened to full erection, pressing against her belly, making his desire evident. Her eyes widened and he pressed the advantage, rolling her over onto her back and pinning her hands to the floor as he straddled her body.
    "Get off me," she warned in a husky voice.
    "Or what?"
    "Or prove to me you can fuck as well as you fight."
    Rock's face tightened and his eyes blazed. For a moment Jazz thought she'd been too brash. Then he stretched out on the length of her, bringing her imprisoned hands up above her head and claiming her in a kiss of savage passion.
    It was what she'd longed for. She returned the kiss with need as demanding as what was given, their tongues battling for dominance, bodies straining into one another.
    He pulled back from the kiss and sat up, keeping her pinned between his knees. She saw the fire that burned in his eyes and welcomed it, wanted to be burned by it. He grabbed the low neckline of her tank-top in both hands and with one pull ripped it down the center. Her breasts spilled free, drawing his eyes. His hands moved to her breasts, gathering them up, lifting and pushing them together, his thumbs roughly tracking over her nipples.
    She gasped at the riot of sensation that radiated from her nipples and swam swiftly down the length of her body, finding home between her legs. She started to reach for him, to pull him back to her hungry lips, wanting more of his taste.
    "No." His voice was a low growl. "Put your hands back. On the mat, over your head."
    Her first thought was to argue. She was never submissive. She'd played the role of dominant as long as she could remember.
    "Now," he added in a voice that had a shiver running down her spine. It was a tone she knew well. The tone of command.
    "Do it, Jazz." His voice was a sexy rasp. "Do it and I'll give you what you need."
    "What makes you think you know what I need, Rock?"
    Cool air whispered against her breasts as his hot hands released them. A fraction of a second later she gasped as he pinched her nipples, rolling them between index fingers and thumbs.
    "What've you got to lose, Jazz?" He, lowered his head to one breast to flick his tongue over a taut nipple. "And just so you're aware, I get tested regularly and am clean. Got the paperwork to prove it. But if you'd prefer to use protection..."
    "Hmmm." She arched up into the sensation. "No need. I'm clean. Certificate in my bag if you want it."
    "Baby, reading is the last thing on my mind right now. I trust you."
    With that Rock sucked her nipple into his mouth, the heat and wetness searing her and making her want to dig her fingers into his