Ain't Misbehaving (30 page)

Issy grabbed one of the beers and took a sip. When she realized Tyler was watching, she gulped the contents. What the heck was going on? It wasn’t April Fool’s Day.

“Why?” she blurted, setting her beer on the center of a coaster. “I’m not blonde. I’m not your type.”

“You are definitely my type.” Tyler patted her knee but it turned into a tortuous caress that sent desire ricocheting straight to her core. “We have lots in common. We both love rugby and understand the commitment required to play sport at high levels. The kissing worked well. We won’t have problems.” His voice deepened to husky and his eyelids fell to half-mast. “What do you think?”

“We…you’re my coach.” Issy grabbed her beer again and drank more of the amber liquid. It slid down her throat, leaving the crisp taste of hops in her mouth. “It’s…a…a conflict.”

“I’m your coach for a month. Allen says you have a good chance of making the Black Ferns. From what I saw tonight, I think he’s right. When the month is up, I’m taking up my coaching job for the Auckland Dragons and you’ll be heading off on tour with the Black Ferns. This isn’t about commitment. I’m suggesting having fun, scratching an itch. We already know each other well and that’s why a short-term relationship is perfect for both of us. We go in knowing the boundaries and end up good friends with no messy entanglements.”

Shoot
. He really believed that. But he didn’t know about the crush she’d had on him forever. Issy frowned and drank more beer. Was it possible for her to do fun and casual, especially with Tyler? Lord knows, the temptation was huge.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Their meals arrived before Tyler could reply. The waitress set huge plates of fish and chips in front of them along with salads. Issy’s stomach gurgled yet again, loud enough for Tyler to hear.

“Eat,” he said, the corners of his lips quirking upward. “We’ll continue this discussion later.”

The music started—rock with a loud, pounding beat that made conversation difficult. Issy applied herself to the fish and chips, enjoying every mouthful of the crisp beer batter and moist fish. This meal beat soup hands-down.

Making love didn’t require much verbalization so stuttering wouldn’t present any further mortifying problems. Good grief! She was considering his proposal. It was wrong, wrong, wrong.

She didn’t have a casual bone in her body. She didn’t
do
casual. Issy checked out Tyler and found him studying her in return. A blush suffused her face and she felt the blood spread down her neck to her breasts. Desire thrummed through her body and she squirmed when she realized how turned on she’d become from thinking about making love with Tyler. Between her legs was hot and damp and her wriggling was making things worse. The truth nipped at her conscience. Not only was she turned on at Tyler’s suggestion, she wanted to say yes so badly she’d discounted all the reasons why the idea was inappropriate.

Then another thought occurred. Maybe getting close and personal and obliterating Tyler’s mystique was what she needed to regain her equilibrium. And after all, one month of hot sex would be fun.

Before she could check herself, Issy leaned closer to Tyler. “All right. That sounds like a great idea. Let’s do it.”

Chapter Two

Tyler wanted to cheer but instead he did lots of mental high-fives. He’d half expected a slapped face and her stalking off with her cute button nose thrust in the air. When it hadn’t happened, he’d allowed himself to hope. Until she’d agreed, he hadn’t realized how much he’d wanted her to say yes. The idea had been an impulsive one, taking him by surprise when he’d seen her in the changing shed. Hell, he’d never experienced such an instant case of lust.

Maybe this friends with benefits scheme wasn’t wise but he refused to listen to the voice of reason. Anticipation thrummed through his body. His breathing had elevated and his cock pressed insistently against the fly of his denims. Tyler continued eating but didn’t taste a mouthful.

In truth, he wasn’t sure what had come over him. He’d never propositioned a woman like this before. Generally, he didn’t mind the slow “getting to know each other” process although he wasn’t a monk. He’d enjoyed one-night stands before. The suggestion of a month of hot and heavy sex sort of came in the one-night stand category, right?

Hell, he hoped Issy’s brothers stayed away for the next month. Not that the thought of a bashing at their hands helped to dim his burning desire for their baby sister.

They finished their meals in silence but Tyler no longer wanted food. He kept sneaking quick glances at her, amazed at the way she’d bloomed. He’d always thought she’d been adorable in a younger sister kind of way. She’d sure grown out of cute.

Issy pushed away her plate and Tyler gave up all pretense of eating. “You ready to go?”

“Yes.”

They stood, donned their coats and navigated through the busy pub. The chill outside was a shock after the press of bodies indoors. Tyler noticed Issy’s shiver and gave in to his urgent need to touch. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and breathed in her scent. God, this was a bad move. A mistake. He knew it and didn’t care. All he could think about was how it would feel sliding his dick deep into her hot, wet pussy. Tyler snorted. Oh yeah. His cock had taken over his brain and was doing his thinking for him, directing the moment. Couldn’t be a good thing.

The house he was renting wasn’t far from Botany Town Center. They drove in a silence heavy with sensual undercurrents. Tyler didn’t look at her. Didn’t want the temptation. His dick was painfully tight and he was pretty close to pulling over on one of the quiet back roads and fucking her right there.

A sudden thought bounced into his brain. It didn’t make a difference, but it might mean he’d need to go slow. He risked a glance across the cab. “Are you a virgin?”

Issy stared, her brown eyes widening.

Fuck. She was a virgin.

“No,” she said after a long pause. “I’ve had sex before. I was engaged for a while but we called it off.”

A wave of jealousy seared straight to his heart. Tyler’s hands gripped the steering wheel and he watched the road instead of Issy. He didn’t like the idea of another man stroking her golden skin. Tyler’s knuckles whitened even more. Damn, he wasn’t going a step further with that thought. His foot pressed the accelerator, urgency belting through him. He wanted to ask questions, demand answers. Neither of her brothers had mentioned the engagement during their spasmodic calls while he’d been in Japan. Maybe they hadn’t known.

Tyler let that thought brew and slowed to turn into his driveway. The headlights cast a bright light over the entrance to the brick house. He pulled up near a potted yucca tree and switched off the ignition.

“You can change your mind.” God, she looked like a whipped puppy, trembling in the passenger seat. “But just so you know, I’m not into beating and pain.”

“No, I don’t want to change my mind.” The door clicked when she opened it and the interior light came on. Before he could utter another word, she grabbed her bag from the back and stood waiting for him by the front of his vehicle.

Well, hell. Looked as if this was a happening thing. Sweet. His breath hissed out and he attempted calm. Not so easy when his guts were twisted in a knot of tension. What if he screwed up? Hell, what if he couldn’t get it up? He glanced down at his erection. Nah, wouldn’t be a problem.

“This way,” he said.

The security light flickered on, lighting the steps leading to the front door. His gaze dropped to her ass, appreciating the sexy sway of her hips when she climbed the steps. She paused at the top and waited for him to unlock the door. Tyler reached inside to switch on the interior light and placed a hand in the small of her back to shunt her indoors. After shutting the door, he stalked over to the table and slapped his vehicle keys down before turning to Issy.

God, she was beautiful. He knew deep in his gut he should keep his hands off, yet it wasn’t an option.

Tyler closed the distance between them and slammed his mouth down on hers. It wasn’t gentle. He tried but couldn’t make it slow and easy with the sexual tension zapping around his body. He ate at her mouth, claiming. Taking. Demanding she participate.

To his relief she didn’t protest or slap his face. She wound her arms around his neck and gave back as good as he was giving. Damn, she tasted good. Rich. Heady. Addictive. Tyler cupped the back of her head, kissed a trail across her jawbone and tasted the soft skin of her neck. He nibbled on an earlobe, teasing for a few seconds until sexual hunger prodded him again.

Skin.

Nothing less would do.

“I want you. I want to touch.” Tyler pushed her brown woolen coat off her shoulders to reveal the skintight jumper beneath. He ran his hands across her breasts, felt the taut nipples and tugged one to greater prominence.

“Yes,” she whispered when he gave her a hint of pain. A groan vibrated deep in her chest and he covered her mouth with his, catching her next groan of pleasure with his lips.

Issy wrenched off his coat but it became hopelessly tangled in his arms. They separated for as long as it took to discard his coat and shirt and her jumper. Issy reached behind her back to unclip her bra and shrugged that off too.

When she went to return to his arms, Tyler held her away from him, his gaze raking her breasts. They weren’t large but his fingers itched with the need to touch. He leaned over and took one pouting nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking, rolling the nipple across his tongue. Sweet. And those sexy murmurs of appreciation didn’t hurt any either.

“Tyler, yes. Harder.
Hmm
, just like that.”

Her hands wandered across his naked back, clutching and holding him tightly to her breast. Tyler thought he might burst if he didn’t get inside her soon. Without taking his mouth from her breast, he fumbled with the button closure on her jeans. She helped him, wriggling her tight jeans over her hips and down long legs. He released her nipple with a pop, breathing hard, his blood pulsing. Tyler took a moment to appreciate her slim, muscled figure before backing her toward a wall.

“Gorgeous, Issy. So fuckin’ sexy. You grew up good.” He slid his hand across her hip and dipped his fingers beneath the plain cotton panties. Sexy warmth met his questing fingers. She parted her legs a fraction more, allowing better access. The hushed moan that sprang from her lips was music to his soul, and Tyler wanted to groan his pleasure when slick juices eased his way inside her pussy.

“Tyler.” Issy trembled and when he massaged her swollen clit, she exploded. A high scream of ecstasy erupted and he caught it with his mouth, continuing to stroke until her breathing steadied. She collapsed against him with a satisfied sigh, her brown eyes slumberous with passion.

“Let’s do that again,” she whispered, urgently slipping off her panties, freeing his belt.

Tyler pushed her away and stripped off his jeans and boxers, tossing them aside. He shoved her against the wall, his heart pounding like a heavy metal band, desperate to bury himself deep in her slick heat.

“Hurry.” Issy clutched him, pressing kisses wherever she could reach.

“Impatient wench. I am hurrying.” With trembling hands, Tyler lifted and guided his cock into her pussy with one easy move. He pushed inside her clinging walls, groaning at the tightness, the way she squeezed him so sweetly.

Ah, hell. Strained breathing and soft sighs filled his ears. He sought her lips, and they kissed. This time was slower, deep, a facsimile of their lovemaking. A shudder worked through Tyler. Scorching hot and so sweet. He thrust harder, faster, pinning Issy against the wall while he strove for release. His heart hammered damn near out of his chest and without warning he came, the contractions going on for long seconds.

“Oh hell,” he said, guilt and self-loathing carving him up as he replayed the last few minutes in his head. He’d jumped her, pinned her against the wall. Tyler gulped, his chest still heaving while he fought for air. He slipped from her pussy and lifted her into his arms before striding toward his bedroom. When he lowered her onto his queen-size bed, she rolled toward him instead of ripping him a new one as he’d expected.

Laughing, she landed on top of his naked body, covering him like a blanket, breasts squashing into his chest, hips aligned. The smile curving her mouth looked slow, sleepy.
Sexy
. And it smoked his insides.

“Wow,” she whispered in a satisfied purr. Issy undulated against him in a big stretch and a sensual rumble rippled from her throat. “Incredible. I think you fucked my nerves right out of me.” She grinned wide and bright. “My stutter too. Great job.”

Tyler blinked, his lips stretching in a hesitant return smile.
Amazing
. He’d found himself a sex kitten. Before he could analyze further, Issy seized him by the head and directed his mouth to hers.

The kiss slid into carnal territory. Impatience simmered in her mouth, stirring his cock into renewed interest despite just coming. Issy nipped his bottom lip, laughed then did it again. Her playfulness brought a grin.

So she wanted games. Nothing he’d like better.

Tyler rolled, using his superior strength to overpower her. She chuckled when he shackled her wrists with his hands and forced them above her head.

Tyler stared. He wasn’t sure he knew this beautiful, stunning woman. A streetlight shined through the bedroom window, sending dappled patterns across her golden skin. She sparkled, an impish expression glowing in her eyes. Her chocolate brown hair had dried and sprung into curls. They outlined her face like a halo except she didn’t resemble any angel he’d seen.

“Whatcha gonna do with me?” Her dark brows rose at his hesitation.

Somehow she’d taken control of this little exercise. Tyler wasn’t sure whether to curse or laugh. One thing was for sure. This…thing between them was deep and powerful and scared the hell out of him.

“
Tsk-tsk
, don’t tell me I’ve worn you out?”

A startled burst of laughter exploded from him. “Worn me out?”

He pressed one of her hands to his cock. Her small hand curled around his growing erection and she pumped him. A harsh sound of animal enjoyment emerged from deep in his throat and his balls started to throb.