Asking For Trouble by Becky McGraw Page A

over her lips and nipped her
lower lip, then licked it. "I couldn't take it if you hated me..."
he told her in a tortured voice.
     
    Hesitantly, she slid her hands up his chest
and around his neck. "I don't..." she told him in a hot breath,
then closed her mouth over his. He licked the seam of her lips,
demanding entrance, then coaxed her tongue to tangle with his in a
war of possession that turned into the hottest kiss he'd ever
had.
     
    Beau pushed his hips into hers and pinned
her against the cabinet, and she pressed her breasts into his
chest, and moaned long and low. That sound danced over his nerve
endings and sent him over the edge, and Beau thought he might
embarrass himself like a teenager right then and there.
     
    Lifting her up, he sat her on the counter
and spread her thighs, then walked between them and pulled her
against him, without ever breaking the mind blowing kiss. Jazzie
wrapped her legs around his waist and held him tightly to her. He
smoothed his hands up her sides to right below her breasts. "Oh,
god, Beau...I want you so bad," she whimpered as he dragged his
mouth from hers and kissed his way down her neck.
     
    "Only me...say it, baby," he whispered hotly
against her throat. He was a selfish bastard, she was his. No
matter if he wanted a relationship or not, he wasn't going to let
anyone else have her.
     
    Beau licked a spot behind hr ear, then
nipped her earlobe with his teeth, and Jazzie moaned, "Oh,
Beau..."
     
    "Say it," he demanded fiercely, then pulled
back from her and looked into her luminous passion-glazed brown
eyes. "You're mine..." he said, then leaned in claimed her full
kips in another hot kiss.
     
    A tremor moved through her body, and she
pulled back from him, then eased her legs from around his waist,
and dropped her chin to her chest. She pushed gently, but firmly
against his chest, and said in a trembling voice, "Let me
down..."
     
    Beau put a finger under her chin and lift it
to look into her eyes, then claimed her mouth again, kissing her
roughly. Jazzie was pushing against his chest, and trying to pull
away, but he held her tight, until she finally moaned into his
mouth, and relaxed and kissed him back.
     
    "Jazz, where are the grit--whoa, shit !" Carlos said then ran over to them, and grabbed the
back of Beau's t-shirt and threw him to the side, then pushed him,
and asked dangerously, "What the fuck are you doing to my sister,
man? In my parents house!"
     
    "Carlos mind your own damned business!"
Jazzie shouted then hopped down off the counter and went to stand
in front of him, glaring up at him, daring him to continue. Beau
was impressed with her gumption, because Carlos Ramos was not a
small man, his muscles actually had muscles, and he was obviously
angry.
     
    "You are disrespecting mama and papa,
Jasmine--and so is he!" Carlos shouted and pointed his finger at
Beau, then tried to move around Jazzie again. She sidestepped and
stayed nose to chest with him.
     
    "Look, Mr. I'm Having Too Much Fun
Shopping for the Cow , who the hell are you to judge me ...or him?" Jazzie asked him hitching a thumb back toward
Beau.
     
    "My cows are not like you ..."
Carlos said sullenly, then added angrily with a finger pointed at
her nose, "And you better not be giving anything away for
free!"
     
    Beau shook his head in confusion trying to
figure out what the hell they were talking about. Shopping for
cows?
     
    "Carlos, I'm almost twenty-seven years old,
so I'll give away whatever the hell I please, free or otherwise.
It's not any of your business! I'm sick of you, Raffie, Chichi and
Joe acting like roosters in a henhouse, strutting around doing what
the hell you want, but telling me what I will and won't do!"
     
    Jazzie Ramos was fucking gorgeous when she
was mad...and turned on. Color ran high on her cheekbones, her eyes
sparkled and her luscious lips were swollen from his kisses. Her
full breasts heaved and pitched under her tight white tank top with
each agitated breath she