To Protect the Heart of a Brazen Woman [Brazen Sisters 6] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Rita Sawyer Page B

and dropped it at his feet. Jake’s gaze stayed locked on hers, but he swallowed hard. Just knowing she was turning him on normally was enough for her, but she was well beyond that now. It occurred to her that he’d seen her in a bikini, not that she wore it often. Still, her lace bra and sweatpants weren’t going to do the trick. It was going take a little more to entice him.
    Bobbie slid her hands over her stomach up to her breasts. Her fingers flicked the little hook hiding behind the black bow and pulled the sides back. The cool air against her bare breast made her shiver, but she dropped her arms and let the straps slide down, falling from her wrist. As it landed without a sound she heard Jake growl. Her natural instincts were to cover herself. Instead she put her hand on her hips and waited for him to say something or make a move of his own.
    Jake’s breathing grew heavy, matching hers. He may have been able to keep his eyes on hers, but she didn’t have the same amount of willpower. She lowered her eyes to his crotch and found that familiar impressive bulge pressing against his zipper that she loved to see. What she really wanted to see was what was behind it. Hopefully she’d get to see it soon. Her pulse raced at the thought, and wet heat coated her pussy. Things could only get better from here.
    She smiled as she closed the distance between them and grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it upward. Surprisingly, Jake didn’t fight her, but he didn’t touch her either. He raised his arms and let her pull it over his head. Bobbie dropped it to the floor and laid her hands on his shoulders. The stiffness of his body under her palms eased as she slid her hands down his chest. The muscles quivered when she reached his abs, and though she would have liked to spend a little more time exploring all the firm contours his body offered, now wasn’t the time.
    As her fingers undid the button on his jeans, she pressed her lips to his chest. Jake let out a shuddering breath and his hands landed on her hips. She started to slide the zipper down the metal teeth, rasping in the silence. Jake groaned and pulled his hips back, ripping the material out of her hands.
    “Stop.” She ignored the hiss in his tone and shook her head.
    “No.” Bobbie reached for him and found herself pressed so tight against chest she could feel his heart beat against hers.
    Her soft breasts were crushed to his firm muscles, and with each breath he took she felt the fine hairs on his chest rub slightly. The feeling only made her want to squirm more, so she did. This time she was sure when Jake growled she actually felt the vibration. She didn’t want it to end.
    “We’re going to do this right.” He scooped her off her feet and headed for the bedroom.
    “I thought we were.” She didn’t expect the hearty laugh that rumbled out of his chest.
    Bobbie had fantasized about making love to Jake for years. In her dreams, things had been romantic with low lights, soft music, and candles. Yet sometimes it had been hard and raunchy sex that left them both wondering what had just happened. No matter how or how many times they did it she had no illusions that the first, thirtieth, or any time in between would be perfect. Perfection wasn’t just overrated—it was downright boring. She wanted all the excitement and pleasure the moment would give, not caring if there was some fumbling that happened.
    Jake gently lowered her to the bed and started stripping what was left of her clothes off. His mouth was as avid as his hands. The touches and kisses had her so ready to beg for him to take her that when he finally stripped himself, she almost clapped. He crawled onto the bed, covering her body with his, each movement slow and gentle as if he was afraid he might spook her. She thought they both knew the score, but it seemed he was a little behind.
    Bobbie’s virginal status was no secret and fully her choice. One she’d made knowing all of the facts