[ It would be easy, too easy, to pin her into the wall and have his way with her, especially with the way she's kissing him, leaving him delirious and needing more. Instead he makes the extra trek to the bedroom where he's lowering himself to a knee and scooting her diagonally along the mattress. Joel uses his hands down the back of her pants to push at them, the kiss broken again so he can drag open-mouthed kisses down her chest to the swell of a breast still secured in a bra cup.
Not caring at all that her jeans are still buttoned and zipped, the Texan wrestles with the bloody pants and her underwear for another moment before he's resting his forehead against her breast and glaring down her torso at them. An annoyed growl and a hard yank later and they've come straight off her hips and down her thighs.
That's better. Much better.
Before his lips are moving back to tease the edging of her bra, he's muttered against her something along the lines of "I tell you how much I hate it when you wear so many layers?". ]
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Not caring at all that her jeans are still buttoned and zipped, the Texan wrestles with the bloody pants and her underwear for another moment before he's resting his forehead against her breast and glaring down her torso at them. An annoyed growl and a hard yank later and they've come straight off her hips and down her thighs.
That's better. Much better.
Before his lips are moving back to tease the edging of her bra, he's muttered against her something along the lines of "I tell you how much I hate it when you wear so many layers?". ]