Page 29 of Melting the Ice

Finally, he’d mastered his self-control enough that he was okay—more than okay—with just touching Brody like this, and having him touch in return, fingers digging into his shoulders, when he stopped, suddenly. He pulled back an inch, practically panting in Dean’s mouth.

“You like this?” he asked.

It was probably going to expose him if he said the truth, but Dean felt flayed bare by the look in those molten caramel eyes.

He couldn’t have said he didn’t, even if he’d wanted to.

And he didn’t want to.

“Yes.” His voice was so low, so rough, he barely recognized it.

Brody’s fingertips skated down his cotton-covered chest. Dean wanted to feel it, skin to skin, wanted to revel in his touch in a way he couldn’t yet.

Yet.

“Me too.” Brody’s admission was soft, naked.

His touch stopped short of the fly of his jeans, where Dean’s cock was pulsing, as hard as he’d ever been.

So much for the belief he wasn’t attracted to guys. He didn’t think he’d ever been attracted to someone the way he was to Brody—and it had snuck up, the truth of it not revealed until they’d kissed for the first time.

“Do you want—” Brody stopped abruptly, swallowing hard. Dean couldn’t help it, anymore. He reached up and nipped at his Adam’s apple, sliding his mouth to his neck, not caring about the stubble there, almost liking itmorebecause of the roughness. Definitely loving it because of the long, liquid moan Brody made as Dean’s teeth found the tendon in his neck and nibbled there.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad at this as he’d worried, because Brody sure seemed as into it as Dean was.

Then, finally, Brody’s hand moved lower, just barely brushing where Dean wanted him so badly. Dean’s cock twitched, unbearably eager for more of that pressure. “What about this?” he asked.

“Yeah. But only—”

Dean didn’t get the rest of the word out, because suddenly Brody’s whole hand was there, palming him through the thick material of his jeans—jeans he was seriously regretting right about now—and it felt like his whole body lit up with the touch, and if he’d had any words, they were gone now.

Lost—and they were never coming back.

He didn’t think, couldn’t think. Instead, he slipped his hand lower, right down the sleek, muscular curve of Brody’s ass, andpulled him in, and down, trapping his hand around his cock and finally feeling Brody’s own.

He was just as hard as Dean was, and that was a revelation all in itself. Dean had been pretty sure, but there was nopretty sureabout the hard length pushing up against his own.

Surprise and pleasure bloomed in Brody’s eyes, and that was all Dean could take before he was reaching up and pulling him back down to his lips, their mouths meeting in the hottest kiss of his goddamn life.

Nothing had ever felt as good as this.

It was the easiest thing in the world to get carried away. To get lost in the way Brody’s mouth slanted, hot and ready and wanting over his, tongue brushing against his own, and their hips moving together, a rolling movement that was rough and delicious.

The pressure was almost enough, and Dean wanted more. He dug his fingertips into Brody’s ass and pushed him harder. Brody groaned in the back of his throat and a second later, he was trembling above him.

Oh my God.

Dean broke the kiss and watched Brody shudder to orgasm on top of him.

Gorgeous.

He’d needed just a little more pressure, a little moreanything, to follow him, but Dean wasn’t even disappointed he hadn’t gotten it, because it was so hot watching Brody fall apart like this.

His eyes fluttered open finally, and they were hazy with pleasure. But before Dean could ask,oh God, what now, Brody was slipping down between his legs, down to the floor, fingers wrenching open Dean’s jeans and shoving them down unceremoniously.

He barely got a hand around Dean’s underwear-covered cock before he was coming too, shuddering as the waves of ecstasy hit him hard.

“God,” he groaned as it finally began to end.

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