Free The Winner Takes It All (A Something New Novel) by Jennifer Dawson

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    His eyes flashed, and he rocked his cock against her belly. She wanted it lower, where it could do more good. “Like how I’m going to suck on your nipples through that lace until you moan.”
    Her breasts tingled in response, as though he’d touched her. She’d never known talking could be this much of a turn-on. Every word he spoke made her hotter. Made her melt a little more. His gaze dipped to her mouth, but he said nothing more.
    And she wanted more.
    His voice had always stirred a response, but with him talking like this, it was enough to set her on fire. She could listen to him all night. Shameless, she asked, “And?”
    His lips curved into a wicked, sinful smile. “Are you trying to get me to talk dirty to you, Ce-ce?”
    Yes! Now, do it! But of course she didn’t say that; instead she waved a hand. “Just curious, is all.”
    “Liar.” He leaned in close. “Are you wearing panties?”
    “No.” Her voice breathless.
    He slipped a hand down her waist and gripped her leg, raising it to his hip. “Too bad, I would have liked to rip them off you.”
    “As if I’d let you.” He bent his knees and she shifted, the soft worn denim brushed against her clit and she gasped, gripping the counter.
    “Let’s not pretend,” he said, his gaze darkening as he nudged between her thighs. “If a woman ever needed her panties ripped off, it’s you.”
    Her head fell back against the cabinet. Oh God, yes. “You’re delusional.”
    He palmed her ass, lifting her. “I want skin to skin. I want to slide my cock over your clit until we’re both dying to come and then I want to bend you over that kitchen table and fuck the hell out of you.”
    Need and lust curled an iron fist inside her belly and wouldn’t let go. She was going to come. He’d barely touched her and the orgasm already coiled tight inside her. She released her grip on the counter and wrapped her hand around his neck, unable to take it a second longer.
    It seemed to be what he was waiting for because the second she tugged, he pulled her close and his mouth finally claimed hers.
    There was no slow start. No soft exploration.
    It started fast and turned furious.
    Their mouths fused. Tongues met and tangled. Their breath instantly harsh.
    She dug her nails into his neck. Fighting. Needing. Desperate to get closer. She plastered herself against his body.
    He growled against her. Slanting his mouth to deepen the contact.
    It was like no kiss she’d ever had. There was nothing nice or civilized about it.
    It was raw.
    Dirty.
    Not like her at all.
    And she loved every minute of it. Was greedy for more.
    All at once she wanted sex like he described, sex that held nothing back. Sex where she felt taken and possessed. Like he couldn’t get enough of her.
    She wanted it from him. Only him.
    His tongue stroked hers, his lips hot and possessive.
    She needed more. Needed closer. She rubbed her aching breasts against him.
    He heard her plea, cupping her breast to rub his thumb over her nipple.
    She cried out, the sound lost and muffled against him.
    He tore his mouth away, pushed her up on the counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he delivered on his promise and his mouth closed over her lace-covered nipple, sucking it deep.
    She shuddered against him, moaning. “Jesus.”
    He rumbled something unintelligible, and laved at the beaded tip with his tongue, rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger.
    It was crazy. Better than any fantasy. A visceral chemical reaction.
    She wanted it all.
    As hot and dirty as he could make it.
    All she wanted was more. Much, much more.
    She clutched at his neck, pulling him close. “Harder.”
    He bit her, his teeth sharp and stinging as he squeezed and tugged the other hard peak.
    Her head thunked against wood cabinets. “Oh God!”
    He did it again, holding longer and harder until need coiled so tight inside her she thought she might break. She wanted to keep quiet but found she couldn’t, it was