Asking For Trouble Read Free

she'd picked out
for him as a joke. Anything the man put on though would look
good...he could wear a paper bag and look hot...or nothing and look hotter, she thought and gnawed her lip. Virgins did not
have the thoughts that she was having about Beau Bowman. Her five
overprotective brothers and her dad had made sure of it.
     
    How the hell she'd gotten to the ripe old
age of twenty-seven and remained a virgin was beyond her. She'd had
plenty of boyfriends, but while Jess had gotten an apartment in
Dallas with her asshole boyfriend and manager, Ray Turner, Jazzie
had remained living with her parents...and guard dog brothers. That
was a sure guarantee that those boyfriends weren't getting beyond
third base with her, if they wanted to remain intact.
     
    In this day and age, that also meant her
relationships were short-lived.
     
    When Jess dumped Ray, Jazzie had finally
moved out of her parent's house, and they'd gotten an apartment
together, but shortly after that Jess got pregnant, so they'd moved
right back in with her parents. Her best friend getting pregnant
had been a reminder to not only herself, but her parents, and her older brothers, as to why she should stay a
virgin...and they reminded her of it every chance they got.
     
    Now, since Jess had the baby and they'd been
on the road, Jazzie hadn't had time to date. Jazzie had time now,
and with sexy Beau Bowman in the vicinity in this romantic tropical
locale, all sorts of possibilities for rectifying her old maid
state came to mind. What more could a girl ask for than to explore
her passionate side, to find out exactly what she's been missing,
with a man like him?
     
    What more indeed , Jazzie thought,
when Beau came out of the dressing room in the crazy shorts she'd
picked out for him. It looked like the joke was on her, because
Beau looked good enough to lick from head to toe, and her mouth
watered to do just that. Those shorts, although extremely loud,
were gonna scream ' come get me' to every woman on the beach,
because he was confident enough to wear them.
     
    Second guessing herself, Jazzie wondered if
she shouldn't have chosen the sedate navy blue ones instead. At
least in those, she wouldn't have to be beating the women off of
him like sand flies on the beach. The way that white tank top
stretched over his muscular chest only amped up the volume of his
sexiness. Her gaze finally made it up to his gorgeous green eyes
and they looked uncertain.
     
    "You sure about these shorts, sugar?" he
asked her and flushed.
     
    "I'm sure that I'm going to have to fight
off every woman on the beach once we walk out of this store," she
told him with a grin, then unzipped the duffle she'd bought and
took his clothes and boots from under his arm and stuffed them
inside.
     
    His lips quirked up in a sexy smile and gave
her a slow once over then told her, "At least their men will have
plenty to occupy them too." Tingles raced along her nerve endings
where his eyes traveled.
     
    Jazzie snorted and looped her arm through
his, before telling him, "I think even their men will be looking at
you, because you look so damned good. I'll try to hold them off
though."
     
    "That's what I was worried about...the men looking at me in this getup," Beau told her and looked
down at himself then his face got even redder.
     
    Dragging him by his arm, Jazzie finally got
him outside of the store, then leaned up and kissed his cheek.
Since she was so short, she had to tiptoe to reach his cheek, her
breast brushed his chest and her nipple hardened. He turned his
face and his lips glanced off of hers, sending an electric jolt
through her system. She sucked in a breath and held it. Slowly, he
put his lips over hers again and tasted her tentatively. Jazzie
moaned then the duffle bag in her hand dropped to the ground at her
feet, and her arms snaked up around his neck of their own free
will. She knew her eyes must be begging him to really kiss her,
because she wanted that so badly. His eyes latched