The Seven: A Taste for Jazz: Book 3 of The Seven series by Ciana Stone

she could withstand. With a shudder she exploded. Before the wave had crested, he pulled her forward, pressing the head of his erection at the entrance of her sex.
    The wave intensified, leaving her mindless to everything but the sensations. She moaned as he penetrated, stretching her wide. He pushed slowly, deeper and deeper inside, until the length of him was embedded inside her.
    Jazz had never felt so full, alternately clenching on the hardness that impaled her, and all the while riding an orgasm that had her quivering and whimpering.
    He stroked slow inside her, surfing on the energy of her climax, stretching it out so that each time it started to subside, his pace would increase, driving harder and deeper. She felt like a drawn bow, taut and vibrating like a plucked string, unable to control the onslaught of sensation that had her writhing against him in ecstatic abandon.
    "More," she moaned when his movements slowed. "Give me all of it. Take me hard, Rock. Now."
    "Play with your clit."
    "I can't come twice that way."
    "Yes, you can. You will. Do it, Jazz. Show me."
    Her hands moved between her legs. His eyes were glued to her hands, watching as she ran one finger over the hardening bud, stroking first with one finger, then two.
    He measured his pace in time with her, at first slow then increasing as her body began to tense with impending release. At the first vibration, he drove deep inside her, pounding deep and hard. Jazz screamed in pleasure and pushed up, forcing him back so that she straddled him.
    With ever faster strokes she rode him, her nipples brushing his chest as her fingers dug into the top of his shoulders.
    He groaned as her sex started to contract rapidly, milking him in strong pulls. As she crested he let go, riding the wave of orgasm together, until at last they were released. Jazz let her head fall onto his shoulder, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. His arms circled her, pulling her closer, skin slicked with sweat meeting and mingling.
    For a long time he held her then drew back and looked into her eyes.
    "What?" She asked.
    "Just curious. Do I fuck as well as I fight?"
    Jazz laughed in delight. "Honey, there's no doubt about it. You get a gold medal."
    "I'd rather have more of you."
    She raised one eyebrow. "You think you're ready for round two, big guy?"
    "That depends."
    "On?"
    "On what you were doing here tonight."
    Jazz couldn't look him in the eyes and lie. Not after what had just happened. She might profess outwardly that it was only sex. A good fuck. Inside, she knew different. She'd sensed something deeper in their joining. A connection. She didn't know what it meant, only that she'd felt it.
    Only she wasn't ready to reveal that to him. "Me first. Why were you naked? And I know I saw a panther so what happened to him?"
    "That's not important. What are you doing here? In the dark, snooping around."
    Jazz could tell she wasn't going to deter him. "I was looking for information on someone."
    "Why?"
    "My job."
    Rock studied her eyes for several moments. "We're not talking about what you do here, are we? Working here, I mean."
    She shook her head.
    "Then what? Why are you really here, Jazz?"
    There wasn't much point in telling a lie. And she was not going to get truth or help from him if she wasn't honest. "I'm a bounty hunter by trade." She smiled at the surprise that came onto his face. "And part-time bodyguard. I'm here to find someone."
    "A criminal?"
    "No. A man I've been hired to protect."
    "Protect from what?"
    "Whatever or whoever might threaten him."
    "And you thought you'd find information on him here? Why?"
    "Call it a sixth sense. I...I pick up on vibrations. It makes me good at my job. And here's the only place I've picked up the scent, so to speak."
    Rock fell silent for a long moment. "Just who is this man you're looking for?"
    "A brainiac. Some doctor named Burns."
    A grin started to form on his face and he bit his lip. "Burns. R. C. Burns?"
    "Yes! You know him?"
    "Before I