Asking For Trouble (4 page)

Jazzie ran her hands up his abdomen, over
his well-defined pecs, then across his broad shoulders. She got up
on her knees and pressed her naked breasts to his chest and moaned,
"Mmm...you feel so good, Beau."

He kissed her shoulder, then ran his hands
up the back of her thighs, over her butt and up her sides, stopping
just below her breasts to cup them, "This is like a dream," he said
in a hoarse whisper, "One I've been having for a year now."

"Make love to me, Beau..." she begged in a
hot whisper against his chest. She pressed her hips against his
hardness, circling slowly, then put her hands on his butt to pull
him closer to her.

Beau growled, then clamped his mouth over
hers in a fiery kiss, then eased her down onto the bed and slid his
thigh over hers, pressing his steely erection into her hip. His
tongue dueled with hers in an erotic dance, and he cupped her
breast, then brushed his thumb over her nipple. Tension ramped up
inside of Jazzie and she writhed against him, panting, then pulled
her mouth from his and begged, "Please, Beau..."

Looking into her eyes, he moved his hand
away from her breast and slid it down her body, to where she was on
fire for him, then spread her thighs and dipped one finger inside
of her. "You are so wet, baby...I can't wait to feel you around
me," he told her in a dark voice, and Jazzie's inner muscles
tightened around him.

Beau lowered his mouth to her breast and
sucked her nipple into his mouth, rolling it slowly with his
tongue, as he inserted another finger inside of her, and started a
rhythm that sent her need skyrocketing. Jazzie groaned and lifted
her hips in time with his hand, but she still couldn't find the
relief she sought.

Instead, the tension inside of her built,
until her body was a mass of quivering sensations, and tremors.
"Please, Beau...help me," she begged again in between short jerky
breaths. "Touch me," she pleaded.

Beau slid his fingers out of her and moved
them upward to the center of her pleasure, where she ached for his
touch most. In slow motion it seemed, he circled her sending waves
of insane sexual pleasure coursing through her body, saturating her
brain. He bent his dark head over her breast and licked her nipple
then blew on it, and all the heady sensations collided inside of
her, then burst in a blinding light show behind her eyes. Her
entire body vibrated with her release, and Beau didn't stop. He
kept pressing her until she was a quivering mass of nerve
endings.

When her body settled, Beau kissed her
forehead, then shoved off his shorts and underwear. She heard him
tear open the condom, then he spread her legs and positioned
himself at her center.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby," he
instructed in a passion choked voice, then eased down on top of her
to rest on his elbows. Dazed and sated, she did as he asked then he
slid inside of her a little. He was rock hard and huge, and Jazzie
grabbed his upper arms and swallowed down the momentary fear that
clutched her. When he pushed a little farther inside, the
unfamiliar stretching sensation made her back up a little, and she
looked up into his eyes. Tension pinched his face, and told her he
was having a hard time holding back.

Closing his eyes, Beau swallowed hard then
said in a pained voice, "You're so tight, darlin', I don't want to
hurt you."

Jazzie knew it was going to hurt at first
anyway, so she lifted herself toward him, and with a groan, he
pushed forward, then stopped. A tremor passed through his body,
then he looked down at her with shocked green eyes, his face white.
"Don't tell me...please," his voice was tortured, regretful, and
she flinched.

"Unbelievable, huh?" she said with derision.
"Four older, over-protective brothers..." she told him, as if that
explained it all.

Beau put his forehead to hers and grunted,
then his body tensed and he started to pull out. She slid down on
the bed to stay with him, and begged, "No! I want this, please,
Beau..."

"You should have told me, Jazzie..." Beau
told her with hurt and irritation in his voice.

She snorted, and said sarcastically, "Oh,
yeah--by the way, Beau, I'm a twenty-seven year old virgin--you
wanna have sex with the old maid and put her out of her
misery?"

Beau was silent for a moment and his face
flushed, then he said, "What I can't figure out is how someone as
beautiful and passionate as you is still a virgin at twenty-seven.
You are
not
an old maid, baby...I would have gone slower if
I'd known."

"Stop being a gentleman, Beau...I know
that's difficult for you, but just do it. I want this, and I want
it with you," she told him fiercely, then softened her tone and
said, "Please, Beau...I need you."

In a long drawn out groan, Beau sighed then
said, "Aaah, god, Jazzie...I don't want to hurt you."

"It's gonna hurt--
just do it
!" she
told him forcefully then slid downward on him and moved her
hips.

Beau leaned down to kiss her gently, then
teased her lips open, before he put his tongue in her mouth and
kissed her deeply for a long time. Slow languorous waves of desire
built inside her again and he rotated himself against her. She felt
the throbbing start at her center again, and all the moisture in
her body flowed downward. With a mewl, she rubbed herself against
him and circled her hips in tandem with his, and dug her
fingernails into his shoulders.

Sliding his hands under her butt, Beau
lifted her up and moved a little deeper inside of her and the
stretching she'd felt before increased, but this time it felt
wonderful and she moaned.

Immediately he pulled back and said, "Am I
hurting you?"

"
NO
!" she said breathlessly, then
begged, "Please don't stop..." She wouldn't let him stop, that
glorious feeling right before she'd come awhile ago, was back
again, ten fold.

Lifting her hips a little higher, Beau
hesitantly pushed an inch deeper inside of her, and she could feel
his eyes burning into her, watching her reaction. Jazzie's hands
dropped to clutch the bedding, and she tossed her head to the side,
she needed relief from this burning ache,
now
. "Do
it--
please
, Beau...I need..."

Beau pulled back a little, then with one
firm stroke, he pushed inside of her and she felt a tearing
sensation and whimpered then felt tears burn behind her eyes. She
closed them quickly, so he wouldn't see, but she heard him moan,
felt his body tense and his fingers dug into her ass, as he held
still inside of her. He was not a small man, and her body was
stretched to the max to accommodate him. Jazzie panted trying to
get a grip on all the emotions flooding through her, and the
slightly uncomfortable sensations as well.

After a minute, he pulled back a little then
moved forward, and repeated the strokes, then lengthened them
slowly, until the friction he created inside of her took her mind
off of the momentary pain and replaced it with undeniable pleasure.
She moaned and tentatively moved her hips with his, before matching
his rhythm to take him fully time and again.

"Oh, god, Beau...that's amazing," she said
in a breathless whisper, and her inner muscles contracted around
him. "You're amazing..." she panted.

He leaned up a little, then massaged her at
the apex of her thighs and Jazzie splintered. Shards of pleasure
scattered throughout her body, overwhelming her senses. Her body
tensed and vibrated, and she yelled his name loudly, then floated
on the intense waves of pleasure swamping her. He shortened his
strokes, prolonging the mind blowing orgasm that held her to a
point Jazzie felt like she might pass out. Her inner muscles
clamped down on him, and Beau groaned, then lengthened his stroke,
tensing as he shouted his release.

Easing down beside her, Beau pulled her into
his arms for a tight hug, then kissed the top of her head. When he
caught his breath he said, "Thank you for choosing me, baby...that
was unbelievable." It was the best sex he'd ever had in his life,
and with a virgin no less.

Jazzie put her arms around him and hugged
his waist, then placed a kiss at his collarbone. "No, thank
you...you set the bar pretty high for anyone else," she told him
with a chuckle.

Beau frowned and instant jealousy squeezed
his heart, along with a burning pain. She had been a virgin for
christsake, this was supposed to be special to her, and yet here
she was already talking about having sex with someone else and
making comparisons?

An unwelcome thought snuck into his brain.
Had he just been the lucky schmuck who happened to be with her
when she decided to end her twenty-seven-year itch?

Beau felt a little used, and a lot pissed
off. Would Chase Rhodes have been with her right now performing the
same
service
if he hadn't come along when he did on the
beach? The thought made him want to chew nails.

Those thoughts squashed the lightheaded
elation that had him in its grip a few minutes ago. Why the hell
was he worried about it anyway? He'd had good sex, yeah she'd been
a virgin, but she wanted it as much as he did. No harm, no
foul.

Because as unreasonable as it was, he didn't
want anyone else touching her. He felt like she was his
now...wanted her to be his.

You don't do relationships
, he
reminded himself,
remember how the last one ended up
. You
don't know
how
to do relationships, he corrected
mentally.

His fiancé had proven that to him. For two
years he'd given it his best shot, and he had failed, miserably.
Jenny had wound up leaving him, because he couldn't tell her he
loved her. That phrase just wasn't in his vocabulary.

Growing up, he hadn't ever heard it, or
heard his parents say it to each other either. His mother was with
his dad for his money, and his dad was with his mother for her
looks. It seemed like it worked for them, so who was he to question
it?

But that poor example of how a marriage and
family was supposed to be, was the only example he'd had. So he had
no fucking idea how it was
supposed
to be. He should have
considered that
before
he let his hormones push him into
asking Jenny to marry him, but he'd been young and dumb, and wound
up hurting her in the process. On her way out though, she'd hurt
him worse...she'd come on to his father for money to pay for
medical school.

And now, he'd had sex with Jazzie, a
twenty-seven-year old virgin, a relationship waiting to happen. He
should have just stopped, but he couldn't, because even though she
was a virgin, she was the most passionate, sexual woman he'd been
with in years, not to mention so beautiful it was like staring at
the sun when he looked at her.

The overprotective brothers she'd been
telling him about would probably kill him, if they found out. Beau
Bowman was a twenty-six year old Texas Ranger for God's sake, he
had worked hard to get where he was so young, worked his ass off to
get perfect grades in college, and be at the top of his class at
the police academy. One day he hoped he might even get on with the
feds. Getting into a scuffle with anyone, especially over a
situation like this, could damage or even ruin his career.

No, the best thing he could do would be run,
not walk, away from Jazzie Ramos.

"We better get dressed...the boat will be
back to get us shortly," he told her shortly and dropped a kiss on
the top of her head. Beau took one more deep inhale of her exotic
scent committing it to memory, because that was all he'd have left
of this woman after tonight. This was not going to happen
again...she'd gotten what she wanted, he'd done the same, and now
they'd go their separate ways.

Her silky black hair brushed his chest as
she nodded, then she placed a lingering kiss over his heart, and he
swallowed down the emotion that surged up to choke him.

Beau went in the water and got cleaned up,
then walked back over to the bed and picked up his clothes and
shook them out, before he put them back on. Jazzie was very quiet,
he noticed, as she went down to the shoreline and did the same.
before putting her clothes back on as well. Once they were dressed,
they walked back to the table, where the now cold meal was
congealing, and sat down.

"There's dessert, if you want some," he
offered in the uncomfortable silence, then uncovered the Poe
sitting at the edge of the table, then handed her one.

"No thank you," she muttered without looking
at him. He wondered if she was embarrassed now, because they'd made
love, or if she regretted it.

His earlier concern about being used faded a
little, but was replaced with fear that she'd ask him for more than
he was willing to give. She seemed moody and emotional now, which
didn't bode well for him, and extracting himself from the
situation.

"What's wrong?" he asked her, dreading the
answer.

She took a deep breath then looked up at
him, and although she was smiling, it didn't reach her stunning
chocolate brown eyes. They were suspiciously moist in the orange
glow from the tiki lights surrounding the table. Oh god, not tears,
please he begged silently.