Page 43 of Someone Like You

“I think I snotted on your shirt,” I whispered. “Sorry.”

An amused smile tugged his lips up, and he reached forward, grabbed a napkin off the table, and handed it to me. “I think I can find it in my heart to forgive you,” he said. “Thistime.”

I turned my face away and blew my nose, crumpling up the napkin. Brody took it from me without any mention of how gross I was being, and my heart felt like it was swelling in my chest. I traced a finger underneath his eye, marveling at how beautiful he was, inside and out, then trailed it down to his jaw. “I don’t deserve someone like you,” I said.

“You’re right,” he replied, making my heart deflate momentarily. “You deserve someone so much better. But for now, you’re stuck with me.”

“There is no one better,” I whispered. “Brody, you are the best person I’ve ever met.” I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, the slight stubble there scratching against my lips. “The best.”

“Ditto,” he said.

I laughed.“What’re we, ten?”

“At heart, yeah.”

He slid his hands down my back, his fingers sliding underneath my shirt and dipping under the waistband of my pants. He didn’t go any further, just stroked back and forth across the soft flesh of the top of my ass, skating over my crease, and stared into my eyes like he never wanted to be looking anywhere else.

Then I ruined the moment.

“Oh, behave,” I said, trying for an impersonation of Austin Powers and probably failing. By the look on his face, I’d failed spectacularly.

“Oh mygod,” he said, mouth agape and eyes wide.

“Don’t,” I said.

“Whatwasthat?”

“Shut up.”

“No, did you just have a stroke?”

“Ugh, stop.”

“No, seriously, are you okay?”

I pinched his nipple and laughed as he batted my hand away. “Isaac, I’m gonna need you to do that again, but wait until I’m recording.”

“God, you’re worse than Jordan,” I muttered, trying to pinch his nipple again. He grabbed my hand and forced it behind my back, smiling at me.

“No one is worse than Jordan,” he said.

“True.”

“Isaac?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for letting me in. And letting me touch you. And spend time with you. I don’t think I’ve ever been given a greater gift,” Brody said.

Fuck, he was gonna make me cry again. But incredulous, happy tears this time. “Ditto,” I said. Then I leaned forward, slid my hands up to splay against both sides of his face, and pressed my lips to his.

Brody groaned beneath me, his fingers dipping further into my pants to grab fully onto one cheek and squeeze. His lips were so soft, softer than I had imagined—and I had imagined thisa lot. I had nothing to base my fantasies on, seeing as I’d never kissed anyone before, but this was so much better than anything I could’ve dreamed up. Plush and warm, I slotted his bottom lip between both of mine, and the slow, sensual way he started to move his mouth against mine had a surge of heat gathering in my lower belly and shooting down my spine. I angled my head and sucked his bottom lip between my teeth, moaning at how silky and warm it was, unable to stop myself from gliding my tongue along it and feeling the piercing that had been driving me mad since I met him.

He made a sound in the back of his throat that went straight to my balls and dipped his other hand into my pants, now cupping both cheeks and kneading them, pressing me into him so I could feel his erection against my own. His tongue slid into my mouth, gliding along mine, then retreating before I could properly taste him, so I groaned and thrust my tongue into his mouth, trying to show him what I wanted. When he did the same, I sucked on his tongue, and he squeezed my ass harder as he moaned into my mouth. The kiss became a little frenzied then, and he started to devour me, sucking on my lips, my tongue, tangling his with mine, and he was rolling his hips now, sliding our cocks together with each thrust of tongue. He was moving his pelvis in hard, rhythmic pumps, mimicking what his tongue was doing, and it was so fucking erotic and heady that my balls were drawing up as waves of pleasure throbbed through my groin. He was so hard behind his sweats that he felt like steel, and if we didn’t stop I was going to just come in my pants. Which seemed to be par for the course when I was with Brody.

Sucking on his bottom lip—and playing with that damn piercing—one last time, I pulled away, panting, a haze of lust clouding my vision and making it hard to think. “Fuck,” I said. “Who knew kissing could feel so fucking good?”

Brody stilled beneath me. “That was your first kiss?”

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