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“I’ll try to give you fewer reasons to fight with me from here on out, Trista,” he said, leading her into his bedroom. “Do you have a side of the bed that you prefer?” he asked.
“Um, the middle,” she said.
Joel chuckled, “Well then, I can’t promise to stay on my side of the bed.”
“I really don’t care which side of the bed that I sleep on, as long as it’s not lumpy and doesn’t have a spring poking me in the ass every time I roll over.”
“Is that what happened in the guest room?” he asked.
“Yes, your bed violated me hourly. I’m just hoping that your mattress in here is better,” she said.
“It is,” he assured. Joel felt like an ass for sticking her in the spare room and not giving her his bed from the start. “Make yourself at home,” he said, nodding to the bed. He watched as she climbed into his bed, crawling under the covers, and damn if she didn’t look right there.
“Good?” he asked.
“Yes,” she agreed, “your bed is very comfy.” Joel crawled into bed next to her and got under the covers. He felt her leg brush his and she apologized.
“We’re bound to collide,” he said, “you can’t apologize every time we touch,” he insisted.
“I’ll try not to,” she said, “it’s a habit. I’ve been raised to be polite.”
“You don’t need to be polite around me,” he promised. “In fact, I can think of a few ways that I’d like you to be very impolite with me.” Trista’s gasp filled the room, and he knew he should have regretted what he just said to her, but he didn’t. He couldn’t because he wanted her more than he wanted his next breath.
Trista
Trista wasn’tsure that she had heard Joel correctly at first, but when she realized that she had, she couldn’t help her gasp. “Joel,” she whispered. He couldn’t be serious. They had only just met, and she held him at gunpoint. “You can’t be serious.”
“But I am,” he insisted. He rolled over and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“You are breaking your rule about staying on your side of the bed,” she said.
“Do you want me to go back to my side?” Joel asked. He was challenging her, testing her to see how she’d react to him touching her. He had already kissed her, and she liked that. Hell, she more than liked it, but that didn’t mean that the two of them should sleep together. How would that even work?
“No,” she breathed, giving him the truth. “I don’t want you to go back to your side of the bed, Joel.” Trista put her leg over his, effectively trapping him in place. “I’d like for you to stay right here.”
“All right,” he breathed, “I think that can be arranged. So, if I stay here, what happens next?” he asked.
Trista knew just what she wanted to happen next—she just needed to be bold enough to ask him for it. “This should happen next,” she said, leaning in to brush her lips over his. When she pulled back from him, Joel was smiling like a loon.
“Then what?” he asked.
“How about this?” Trista asked, sliding her hands down his abs and dipping them into his sweatpants. “No boxers?” she asked.
“Well, I was sleeping naked, but I thought that walking downstairs that way might not be a good thing, since you’re my houseguest.” She ran her hands over his erection and Joel hissed out his breath.
“I wouldn’t have minded you coming downstairs naked,” she insisted. “Does this feel good?” she asked, running her fingers over the head of his cock.
“Yes,” he breathed. “It feels fantastic. Don’t stop.”
“But then, we wouldn’t be able to do this next,” she said, pulling her hands free from his sweats and climbing on top of him. She straddled his erection and rubbed herself over his sweats.
“Oh, I like this too,” he whispered as she dipped her head to kiss him. “But I think that we’re both wearing too many clothes.”
“I agreed,” she said. He watched her as she tugged her t-shirt up over her head, leaving her in just her shorts. His hands ran up her tummy to her breasts as he played with her nipples.
“That feels good,” she whimpered.
“How about this?” Joel asked, as he ran his hands back down her body and dipped them into her shorts. Trista hissed out her breath and Joel chuckled. “Turnabout’s fair play, honey,” he teased. He ran his fingers through her wet folds, and she nearly bucked off of his bed. It had been so long since any man had touched her that way. Trista had gotten used to taking care of her own needs, she had forgotten what it felt like to have a man touch her there.
