Page 89 of Falling for Brody

He grinned at her and rubbed his nose against hers. "When you go to the doctor, are you healthy?"

She shrugged. "Yes. He said I'm healthy. A little tired. A little overweight and-"

He kissed her again, this time speaking against her lips. "I like the way you look." His hands grasped her hips and pulled her against him.

Oh.

Well, he meant it.

"I like the way you feel, too."

"Brody," her hands flattened against his back, skirting down to his lower back, letting her fingertips play with the waistband of his boxer briefs. "It's been a long, long time."

"Same here."

She heard him suck in a breath as she slipped a hand into the back of his briefs. "I just wanted you to know because I'm out of practice."

He slid his fingers through her hair, tugging gently to untangle her hair where it was still a little damp against her skin. "I'm here, honey. If you want to practice anything on me, I will be a willing participant."

"Ah," she slid her other hand down the back of his boxer briefs, her fingertips brushing along his skin, "like this?"

Then she changed and let her fingertips drag down along his skin.

"You never know," she smiled, enjoying the little bit of confidence she felt, "I might like doing this a lot."

He groaned and when she looked up, she saw the tension in the muscles that stretched alongside his neck.

"I think you like it, too."

"Fuck yeah."

Rhea rose up onto her toes, her fingertips seeking out the long, sleek muscles of his back as her mouth closed over the pulse in his neck.

She sucked on his skin for a moment before trying to sooth it with a soft sweep of her tongue.

Brody lifted his chin, opening his neck to her mouth.

It felt good to her.

No, better than good.

The trust he put in her, the way he opened himself to her.

She didn't just like it.

She loved it.

She just...

She wasn't ready to say anything, her heart warring with itself.

"Stop thinking, honey, you're going to tie yourself in knot."

Too late,she thought as she looked up at him.

"Here," he grumbled, moving his hands over her, "let me help take your mind off of things."

She didn't have time to figure out what he meant.

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