Brazen (Brazen #1)(66)

As Seth tugged on the strings of her bikini, she grabbed for his shirt. She wasn’t careful, didn’t care if she ripped the damn thing.

Seth had her naked before she managed to get his shirt off, and with a growl of impatience, he stepped back to hastily do the job himself. He yanked his jeans down his hips and kicked them, along with the boots he’d shucked, toward one of the chairs.

She smiled, gave him her best come-hither look and crooked her finger. He paced forward, a lean, hungry look simmering in his eyes. She backed away and hopped over the side of the pool.

She landed with a splash, got her footing then glanced up to where he stood. “Come and get me,” she challenged.

He quirked one brow, and she being the smart girl she was, turned and dove under the water, heading as quick as she could into deeper water.

She didn’t get far.

A strong arm closed around her waist, and she surged upward as Seth yanked them both to the surface. His mouth was on hers almost before she could take a breath.

He picked her up and stalked through the shallow end until her back met the hard edge of the pool.

“Put your legs around my waist,” he rasped.

When she complied, he cupped her ass, spreading her. One hand left her, and he reached between them to position his c**k at her pu**y entrance.

He thrust hard. Their coming together was urgent and hurried. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as he f**ked her against the side of the pool.

“I’m a married woman. I shouldn’t be doing stuff like this,” she teased.

He buried himself in her and took several long, shuddering breaths close to her ear. “Yes, but f**king my brother’s wife has such a forbidden quality to it, don’t you think?”

She sank her teeth into his neck and nipped him in retaliation.

“Ouch. Damn it, woman.”

A year ago, Jasmine wouldn’t have taken such a statement so lightly, but then Seth wouldn’t have made a joke of it either. When their relationship was in its infancy and the three struggled to forge a tenuous bond, Seth had suggested that Zane be the one to legally marry Jasmine.

Her heart softened all over again when she thought of how hard it must have been for Seth to make that offer. But he hadn’t wanted Zane to think he would ever take a backseat in the relationship.

So she and Zane had been married in J.T.’s office by the local judge. Then Seth and Zane had whisked her off to Paris for a honeymoon. Cherisse arranged a ceremony where Jasmine was wed to Seth and promised to both men. It had been beautiful, emotional and it was a night she’d never forget.

“It’s a damn big insult for a woman to leave the building when a man’s making love to her,” Seth said dryly.

She reached up to touch his face. “I was remembering Paris.”

His blue eyes sparked, and he kissed her hungrily. He eased forward again, and the cool water splashed up her sides. His arms tightened around her, his mouth fused hotly to hers as his hips met her flesh again and again.

A low moan tore from her throat as his mouth fed hungrily on her. His lips glanced down her neck and to the soft spot under her ear. She threw back her head and gave herself over to the pleasure he lavished on her.

The sun warmed her face, but Seth’s love warmed her heart.

He shuddered against her as her orgasm broke and splintered through her body. For a long moment, he held her there, buried between her legs, his taut muscles coiling beneath her fingertips.

“God, I love you,” he said raggedly.

“Carmen will be home soon,” she whispered. “And I love you, too.”

He pulled away and smiled. Bereft of his closeness, the water quickly chilled around her, and she shivered. He picked her up and waded to the steps.

Water fell from their bodies and splattered the concrete as he headed for the kitchen door.

“Carmen’s going to kill us if we get her floors wet,” Jasmine muttered.

Seth set her down inside the door. “Wait here and I’ll get us some towels.”

She rubbed her hands up and down her arms and bounced on her toes in order to keep warm as he dashed naked up the stairs. Seconds later, he enveloped her in a towel and dried her from head to toe.

He leaned down to kiss her. “Get upstairs and get some clothes on or Carmen will scold me for not taking better care of you.”

Jasmine snorted. “As if.”

But she hurried up anyway to shower and dress. Anticipation curled in her stomach when she glanced at the clock. In just a few more hours Zane would be home.

Seth watched Jasmine yawn and battle sleep as she struggled to remain focused on the movie they were watching. She glanced at the clock every few minutes, and he knew she was anxious for Zane to get home.

He smiled and shook his head. He should be out of his mind with jealousy but a year into his very unique relationship with Jasmine, he’d mellowed a whole hell of a lot. Learning to share the woman he loved with another man who loved her just as much—well, it hadn’t been easy. There were still times he could get mighty possessive, but for the most part, he’d learned to chill the f**k out.

He grinned when he saw her head meet the arm of the couch. So much for staying up for Zane.

Half an hour later, he heard the front door open. He looked up to see Zane walk in and drop his suitcase on the floor. Seth held a finger to his lips then motioned to the couch where Jasmine was sleeping.