Page 9 of Broken Rules

Oh yes, Tyler looked good enough to eat.Jeans molded to his hips and legs, a white T-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, and hair mussed.She barely registered Jared leaving the room.

“Any second thoughts?”His voice was husky, as if he’d just woken up.

Jared’s advice of making Tyler work for it echoed in her brain.“Straight to the point, are we?”

He’d never seemed this authoritative before.

I like it.A lot.She shifted, and their legs touched.Awareness shot through her at the innocent touch.Her body confirmed the decision she’d made in the wee hours of the morning.

“No second thoughts.I’m in for whatever you can throw at me.”

And there was the grin she remembered so well.Perfectly matched his bad-boy persona.Both in and out of bed, he’d claimed her attention.

His palm brushed over her thigh, and she swore a bolt of lightning tore through her body.

Becca picked up her mug and took the last sip of barely warm coffee, trying to control her body’s reaction to him.She needed to keep her cool here.

“We need to discuss what services you’d like to use while you’re here,” he said.

She fumbled her mug and it clattered to the table.Thank goodness it was empty; otherwise, there would’ve been coffee everywhere.

He glanced at the table, one eyebrow just the slightest bit higher than the other.“But first, I want you to eat breakfast.”He stood.“I’ll gather some materials for us to go over and meet you in your cabin in thirty minutes.”

“Aren’t you going to eat?”

“I already have.”He sauntered out of the room.

Her gaze followed him.Damn, he had a fine ass.Becca closed her eyes.It wouldn’t be easy to make Tyler work for it as Jared suggested.Her body was already on fire for him, every nerve on alert for his touch.

Shaking her head, she stood and got some breakfast from the buffet.If she was going to tangle with the bad boy, she would need her strength.

Because I plan to be a very bad girl.

***

Thirty minutes later, Becca paced the living room of her small cabin.She’d finally found an MP3 player because the silence had been driving her up a wall.That problem solved, now only her body was driving her crazy.

Alive.Her body was alive and kicking, craving the one man who set her on fire faster than matches to dry tinder.

How will I cope?

It wasn’t like they hadn’t had sex before, but that was back in college.So why did this feel so different?They were adults at an adult ranch where anything went as long as they both consented to it.

How do I really feel about that?She paused her pacing, unsure.Scared?Excited?Was she staying on the ranch for the right reasons?Yes, she decided.It was time for her to shed what her life had become in the last five years and free the real woman inside.

A sharp knock startled her out of her thoughts.Taking a deep breath to settle her racing heart, she opened the door.

Tyler filled the doorway.With a shaking breath, Becca stepped back as he stepped into the room.He turned, shut the door, and thesnickof the lock echoed in the room.

Every nerve in her body flashed on high alert.When his gaze captured hers, she forgot how to breathe.His eyes turned from blue to midnight with desire as he stood there, legs apart and arms crossed over his chest.

There’s the bad boy I remember.The adventurous man who would take her places she’d never been before.

“How did you sleep last night?”he asked.

“What?”She shook her head, taking a breath before her lungs shut down.Once the oxygen reached her brain his question registered.“I didn’t.I couldn’t think about anything but us.”Now why did I have to blurt that out?

“Good.I wasn’t alone then.”She had to tilt her head back as he walked over to her.She’d forgotten how much taller he was than her.“Why don’t we go outside to the back patio and talk?We have some things to discuss before we start.”

---