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An Excerpt From: A TASTE OF JAZZ
Copyright © CIANA STONE, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's
Cave Publishing, Inc.
Rock’s ten a.m.
client was late. He hated it when people were late, but figured he might as
well use the time to his advantage. He put in an hour of weight training
and then some aerobics.
He was bent over, his upper body lying along the length
of his legs, hands firmly behind him on the floor,
when the door opened and in walked a wet dream. His dick jumped, making it
necessary to spread his feet out to shoulder width, keeping the bend and
watching the vision stop and take a look around the gym.
Jazz had no more than stepped inside the gym when her
legs froze. Literally froze. Rooting her in place. Across the gym, on a wide
stretch of padded mat, was absolutely the most delicious male butt she’d
ever seen. Her eyes moved across the enticing sight to the strong legs that
supported it and lower. About the time she reached calf level she saw the
man’s face. Watching her.
And what a face. Strong chiseled features, heavy dark
brows and eyes the color of storm clouds blazing vividly from his tanned
face.
A flash of white teeth in that perfect face had her
wishing she’d worn underwear because the crotch of her shorts suddenly felt
decidedly moist. She removed her sunglasses, keeping her eyes locked with
the god across the way. For several long moments they engaged in the
initial battle, neither of them blinking. She felt the energy as strong as
if he was a foot away instead of clear across the gym, and it was energy
that had lust spiking high and fast.
She almost forgot why she was there. That fact alone
jolted her. She was never that affected by a man. She was accustomed to
having an effect on them, but never in her life had one made her want to
throw him on the floor, tear his clothes off and ride him until they were
both weak from exhaustion.
To compound her unease, her tracking senses had suddenly
gone into high gear. Which meant that her gift had
activated. Jazz didn’t understand the mechanics of how her gift
operated. She didn’t need to. She simply accepted it.
She’d read the information on Doctor R. E. Burns and had
mentally filed it away. She knew that sooner or later she’d start to pick
up a signal on him, one that would lead her to him.
If she was picking up signals now, it meant that her
target was somewhere in the vicinity. Part of her wanted to rush back to
her car and give in to the gift to see where it would take her.
But her female nature was in control at the moment, and
nothing short of a nuclear explosion would make her leave this place and
the hunk it housed.
The hunk started to straighten from his bend and
released her from the force that had her feet glued to the floor. She felt
a stab of disappointment when the moment ended, but also one of
anticipation. There was no way she was leaving this place without having an
encounter with the man. She was as certain of that as she was her name.
Rock willed his erection to fade. That was an almost
impossible task, looking at the woman across the gym. Full breasts snuggly
encased in a skin-tight black tank top, a narrow waist and hips that flared
just the right amount over long strong legs, formed a body that was
criminal to conceal in clothing.
Her hair was dark and long, cascading down her back
nearly to her waist in loose curls. Her face was a curious blend of
ethnicity. Elegant jet brows arched over large almond eyes of the most
unusual shade of green. High cheekbones and taut skin the color of a
caramel latte and full pouty lips that begged to be kissed formed a face
that was not of classical beauty, but one of erotic and exotic appeal. The
kind of face that belonged in a dream of passion and heat.
Her eyes didn’t hesitate to lock with his, and when they
did he felt a jolt run through him that had his
balls tightening and his dick pulsing. His mind registered the shock a
moment before his body. This was one potent woman. Clearly confident and
self-assured, she wasn’t afraid to let her eyes communicate her interest.
Rock wanted to rip that black spandex from her body and
lick every inch of her latte skin. He had to know who she was. He started
to straighten. By the time he was upright and turning toward her, Ed had
exited the office and was yelling in her direction.
“Can I help you?”
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