"Tyler, this isn't right."

"You're right—it's not." He reached for the spare blanket on the top shelf of the closet then turned around, not surprised to see Jenny standing in front of the bed. Her arms were folded across her chest, a scowl on her face, her rosy lips pursed.

She shouldn't have looked cute but she did.

And fuck, he had to stop thinking like that, especially since the bed she was standing in front of was his.

"I wasn't talking about Jason and you know it."

"I know. But I was." He stepped around her, careful not to get too close as he grabbed one of the pillows from the bed.

"You could have just dropped me off at a hotel. I would have been fine."

He shot her a glance that told her—again—exactly what he thought of that idea.

What the fuck had Jason been thinking? Telling his own sister to get lost for the night. He needed to have his fucking head examined. If Jason was here, Tyler would read him the riot act. No, he'd smack him upside the head. Hard. Where the hell did he think his sister would go? Yeah, Jason was oblivious. But shit, even he had to have figured out that Jenny hadn't been living here long enough to really make any friends. Did the man not use his brain at all?

Tyler was half-tempted to call him up and give him shit. To tell him that Jenny was staying here because it was either that or a fucking hotel room—and all because Jason wanted to get laid. Who gave a fuck if Jason had fallen hard for Megan? So what if he thought he was in love? He should have never asked his sister to get lost for the night.

Except Tyler couldn't call Jason. He couldn't tell him that Jenny was here.

And he absolutely could not be thinking of Jenny stretched out on his bed.

Naked.

Sprawled on top of him.

Fuck.

"I don't feel right taking your bed. At least let me sleep on the sofa."

"I'll be fine."

"You're being ridiculous. You don't even fit on the sofa! You're too big."

Tyler swallowed a growl and held the pillow and blanket in front of him—waist-high. She was talking about his height, nothing else. He had to fucking remember that.

Which was easier said than done when she was looking at him like that, with those full lips pursed and her breasts pushed up high over her crossed arms. Color filled her cheeks and he almost laughed at her irritation. Long and shiny and soft and—

Fuck. This so wasn't funny, not when his own frustration was causing his cock to swell and strain against the zipper of his jeans. It was all his fault. He'd wanted a distraction and he'd gotten exactly that.

Except this distraction might just kill him.

"I'll be fine." He repeated the words, thinking he might actually believe them if he said them enough. Jenny frowned and stepped closer to him, too close, uncrossing her arms and reaching for him.

He jerked back then swallowed a curse. She wasn't reaching for him, she was reaching for the blanket and pillow he was using to hide his raging hard-on. His hands tightened around them, refusing to let go even as she tugged.

"I'm not letting you sleep on the sofa. That's ridiculous."

"I said I'll be—"

"Fine. Yes, I know. I heard you the last two times." Her hand closed over the pillow, her fingers brushing against his as she tugged again. "But it's your apartment. I'm not kicking you out of your own bed."

"It's not a problem—"

"It is to me. You should have just dropped me off at a hotel and—"

"Yeah. That wasn't going to happen." He tightened his grip and pulled, trying to step away from her at the same time. He needed distance—a lot of it, before he did something stupid.

But Jenny didn't loosen her grip and when he stepped back, she followed. Or rather, she stumbled. The pillow and blanket fell to the floor as his arms automatically came around her to catch her—except her hand was still caught between them. And there was no way in hell she couldn't feel his erection, not when her palm was cupping him.

An odd sense of déjà vu swept over him. Isn't this what happened the last time? A stumble, a kiss…

He saw the same awareness flash in her eyes, watched as their blue color turned smoky and sultry. He needed to step back, needed to put distance between them now, before he started something he couldn't stop.

Something he didn't want to stop.

Her tongue darted out in a long sweep against her lower lip. Slow, teasing. Tyler watched, mesmerized, unable to pull his gaze away from her full mouth. One taste. Just one taste before he moved away…

The kiss was slow. Hesitant and unsure, like neither one of them knew where it would lead.

Or maybe they did know, and that's why they were both hesitant.

Because Tyler didn't want it to stop at just one kiss. No, he wanted more. Now.

He lifted his head, pulling his mouth from hers until mere inches of heated air separated them. "I should probably leave."

Jenny nodded, watching him through glazed eyes. "Me too."

Neither one of them moved. His feet failed to listen to his brain, the message to move getting lost somewhere in transit. His arms remained tight around her waist, the fingers of one hand resting lightly against the delicious curve of her ass. Move. That's all he had to do. Drop his arms. Take one step back. Then another and another—

And then her hand moved against the hard length of his cock. Her fingers stroked him through the denim, tracing the outline of his erection. Back and forth. Slow, so fucking slow.

He swallowed, unable to stop the tilt of his hips as he pressed himself against her touch. And fuck, this was dangerous. Too dangerous. He knew better, knew she was off-limits. She was his fucking teammate's sister, for fuck's sake. He shouldn't be—

And then she leaned up on her toes, the swell of her breasts pressed more fully against his chest as her mouth nibbled at his. Tiny little nips, softened by the sweep of her tongue against his lower lip. She sighed, the sound quickly followed by a soft moan deep in the back of her throat as his mouth opened under hers.

Her tongue darted in, swept against his like smooth velvet. Hot, exotic. Tyler groaned and leaned into the kiss, taking over as he cupped her face with both hands. Smooth flesh, so warm and soft against his own. Strands of her hair teased his fingers, vibrant and alive. She pressed herself even closer, her arms wrapping around his neck, her hips rocking against his hard length.

He took a step, then another and another, easing her toward the massive bed until her legs bumped against the mattress. She groaned, the sound low and throaty and so fucking sexy. He broke the kiss, watched as her lids fluttered and slowly opened.

"Tell me to stop. Now."

She shook her head, her hair falling over his wrists with the motion. "No."

Fuck. He needed her to be stronger, needed her to tell him to stop because he couldn't on his own. He took a deep breath, pressed his mouth against hers for a lingering kiss, pulled away.

"Tell me, Jenny. Tell me we can't do this."

"Why?"

"Because it's wrong. We both know it."

"No, it's not."

"But you're—"

She silenced him with a kiss. Long, deep. A kiss designed to make a man forget his name. To forget everything. His breath hitched in his chest, his mind nearly blank when she slowly pulled her mouth from his. Sultry blue eyes, so deep and wide, gazed into his, hiding nothing as she watched him.

"I want you."

Tyler froze for one long second, afraid to trust his ears, afraid he'd heard her wrong. But he didn't, not when her words were so clearly reflected in her gaze. All hesitation, all thoughts of repercussions, disappeared in an instant. He leaned forward, captured her mouth with his. Seeking, claiming. Possessing.

His hands snagged the hem of her sweater, his thumbs grazing bare flesh as he slid it up and over her head. His fingers shook as he unclasped her bra and dragged the straps down her arms. Her mouth crashed against his as their hands, hungry to touch and feel and learn, roamed over each other. His shirt landed in a heap at their feet. Her boots went flying as she kicked them off. Tyler grabbed her hands, stopping her as she reached the button of her wool slacks. Could she see the hunger in his eyes? Did she know it was a reflection of the hunger flashing in her own gaze?

He eased her back on the bed, her legs hanging off the side, then crawled up her body. Flesh skimming flesh. Hot. Needy. His mouth closed over hers. Nipping. Teasing. Tasting. Her back arched and she reached for him but he pulled away and shook his head.

"No. I need to taste you." The words were nothing more than the truth but they did so little to explain the urgent hunger throbbing through his veins. He trailed his lips along her jaw, down across her delicate throat to the tender flesh between her neck and shoulder. He nipped with his teeth, his cock throbbing as she squirmed beneath him with a low moan. Nails dug into his flesh as her fingers traced the column of his spine and dipped into the waistband of his jeans.

"Take them off."

He shook his head and claimed her mouth for another kiss, this one fast and hard. "Sweetheart, these jeans are the only thing stopping me from driving my cock deep inside your wet pussy right now."

Her eyes widened. At his language? Or at the huskiness of his voice that turned each word into a hungry growl? She moaned, long and low, and rocked her hips against his.

"Then do it."

And fuck. He wanted to. God, how he wanted to. But not yet. Not until he had the chance to taste every inch of her skin. Not until he discovered how she liked to be touched. Not until he memorized every dip and curve of her sweet body. 

He kissed her again, caught her lower lip between his teeth and sucked as she rocked against him. And fuck, those sounds she made. Little whimpers of need and desire, each one striking something deep inside of him. He groaned and worked his way down her body, filled his hands with the weight of her breasts. He cupped each one and squeezed them together, dipped his head and ran his tongue along smooth tender flesh. Her nipples hardened even more, tight peaks of dark rose. He pulled one into his mouth, drawing it hard against the roof of his mouth and sucking.

Jenny moaned, her back arching, her breast filling his mouth as her hand clamped around the back of his head and held him in place. He sucked even harder, pulling the tight peak between his teeth and nipping. She moaned again, louder, her hips rocking faster as she hooked one leg around his. Reaching. Searching.

He eased his mouth away from her nipple and looked down at her. Beautiful. Wanton. So fucking sexy, with her head tilted back and her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with each short breath. He wanted to stare at her all night, wanted her image emblazoned on his memory, seared into his mind.

He wanted more nights like this. Wanted this night to never end. And he hadn't even gotten started yet.

She shifted under him, her lids fluttering open, her dusky blue eyes filled with need. Her fingers tangled in his hair, teased the ends where they brushed against his neck. Then she dropped her hand, dragged it up along her side, her fingers closing over the peak of one tight nipple. Squeezing. Rolling. Pulling.

Fuck. His cock throbbed, pain and pleasure mixing as need shot through him. He swallowed back a groan and dipped his head. His tongue darted out, swirling around the tight peak between her fingers. He groaned again when her fingers teased his tongue and nipple at the same time, when her breath caught in her lungs for a heart-stopping few seconds before rushing out in a sharp sigh of need.

"Please, Tyler."

Fuck yes. Anything. Anything at all for her.

He slid down her body, his fingers fumbling with the button and zipper of her slacks before easing them over her hips. She sighed, her body writhing as she cupped both breasts in her hands. Still squeezing, still rolling each nipple between long supple fingers as he dragged her pants down her legs and tossed them to the floor. He dropped to his knees, grabbed her legs and pulled her closer to the edge of the mattress. She whimpered and placed each foot against his shoulders, her legs dropping open, her hips arching.

Another sigh, this one longer as she reached down with one hand and slid the lace of her thong to the side, exposing herself, opening herself to his heated gaze. The breath caught in his throat and he watched, his mouth parted, need rushing through him as she reached down and slid one long finger along her clit. Hard, then soft. Back and forth, over and over, her hips reaching to meet each touch.

"Fuck, Jenny. So fucking hot. I could watch you do that all night."

She lifted her head from the mattress, her gaze meeting his. A small smile teased her mouth, full of desire—and promise. "Then watch."

He swallowed a groan and dipped his head, swirled his tongue around her clit, tasting her. Feeding off her. Then he sat back, his gaze hungry as her legs dropped to the side, opening her even more.

He reached out with one shaking hand, ran his fingers across her hot flesh then dipped one inside. Tight. Hot. Wet. She moaned, her hips reaching for his touch, demanding more as she teased her clit.

Tyler reached for the snap and zipper of his jeans with his free hand, shoved them down until his cock sprung free. He wrapped his hand around the hard length, his grip strong as he stroked. Over and over, his rhythm matching the thrust of Jenny's hips as she rode his finger, as she played with her clit.

And fuck, she was so fucking hot. So fucking beautiful, with her head tilted back, the tight points of her nipples crowning the firm flesh of her breasts. Her breathing became sharper, faster. Each thrust of her hips became more pronounced. Reaching. Searching.

And then her breathing stopped, her back arching high off the bed as muscle and flesh tightened around his finger. Tyler released the hold on his cock, reached out and spread her open as he slid another finger into her. She screamed, a low keening cry of release as her climax crashed over her. She grabbed his hand, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, holding his hand in place as her hips rocked, the motion short and jerky.

Tyler clenched his jaw, held himself still as his balls drew tight against him. Fuck, it would so be easy to reach down, to stroke his cock. Once, twice, until his own climax spilled into his hand.

Fuck no. Not yet. Not until he felt the tight muscles of her pussy clench around him. He wanted her to come on his cock, wanted to feel her body squeeze and pulse as he pounded into her.

She released his hand, fell back on the bed with another low cry, this one softer, gentler. Tyler eased his fingers from her tight heat and scrambled for the nightstand. His hand closed over the box of condoms and he pulled one out, kicked his jeans off and sheathed himself then crawled onto the bed. One strong arm wrapped around her, settling her in the middle of the bed.

Her lids fluttered open, her eyes glazed with the aftermath of her orgasm. A small smile teased the corners of her mouth as she reached up and cupped the side of his face with one hand.

He turned his head, brushed her palm with his lips, then leaned down and captured her mouth. Long, searing. Possessing. Him. Her. Both of them.

He shifted, settling himself between her legs. His hands closed over her hips and he moved her closer, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet entrance. She sucked in a deep breath, her back arching, her hips reaching for him as he dipped a hand behind each of her knees and drew her legs against his chest.

"Tyler…" Her voice was filled with need, breathy, seeking. He pressed a kiss against her calf and offered her a smile filled with promise.

Then he drove his cock into her, damn near shattered as her wet heat tightened around him. Welcoming. Accepting.

And hot. So fucking hot.

He clenched his jaw, held himself still, searched deep to master his control.

A control he fought to master all night long as she shattered around him, again and again and again.