She punched him in the shoulder. “I do not!”
He nodded. “Do too. Almost had to go sleep in another room. It was like spooning with a grizzly.”
“We didn’t spoon,” she said indignantly.
He lifted up onto one shoulder and rolled over to face her. “Yes, we did. You may have passed out right away, but later in the night, you snuggled up next to me and told me in your drunken lady mumble that you were cold and wanted to spoon.”
“I DID NOT!”
He gave her a look of impatience. “Why is this something I would lie about?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t know.”
“What do you know?” His voice took on a silky-smooth purr as his handskimmed across the sheets and landed on her belly. She covered his hand with hers, but he pulled it away and made to push his fingers beneath the waistband of her pajama pants.
“In yourmother’shouse?” she hissed. The idea of getting freaky in his childhood home, in his childhood bedroom, equal parts turned her on and terrified her.
But as always, her libido won out.
“I’m in charge tonight,” she said confidently.
“Krista … ” he hummed, his voice stirring embers of arousal inside her into tall, licking flames.
“You shanghaied me into coming to Christmas dinner with your family, when your mother didn’t even know about me. You owe me.”
He was quiet for a moment, but then she was pretty sure she heard a barely discernible, “Fine.”
Yes.
She swallowed. The power tasted divine on her tongue. “What was that?”
He cleared his throat. “I saidfine.”
She had to keep herself from laughing. Some nights he willingly gave up the power, like that night by the fire, though he got anal sex out of it, so it wasn’treallyan exchange of power. But then other nights he was reluctant. It was nights like these that made Krista’s inner dominatrix come out.
She knew that the power struggle between them was going to be ongoing, at least for as long as they decided to continue sleeping together. They both liked to be in charge in the bedroom and had a hard time (especially him) relinquishing that control. And even though they’d never really sat and discussed it, because they never sat and discussed anything, she appreciated that he was willing to give it a try, at least for a little while.
Then the thought occurred to her: Could she get him to open up while she was in control? Ask him questions, demand he answer her? Or would he shut down and call the whole damn thing off? Was it worth risking no orgasm forinformation?
Or she could pump Joy for information on Brock. Corner each of his brothers and make them dish the dirty deets.
She’d have to stew on it a bit.
“You know how hard this is for me, right?” he said quietly, his throat bobbing as he swallowed and ground his molars to control his nerves.
She nodded solemnly. “Yes, I know.”
He licked his lips. “W-what would you like me to do?”
Grinning in triumph, Krista pushed him over onto his back and then sat up, looping one of her legs over his hips until she was sitting on top of him, straddling him.
“I want some answers,” she said, running her hands up his hard stomach until her thumbs and fingers rested over each of his nipples. “I’m tired of being shut out. I’m going to ask you four questions, and you have to answer three. Deal?”
As if sticking a fork in an electrical socket, his whole body jolted, and the man went ramrod straight. Were four questions too many? Should she have started with two?
“Deal?” she asked again, tugging ever so slightly on his nipples.
All he could do was nod.
