Page 66 of Melting the Ice

Brody swallowed hard.

He could feel the ridge of Dean’s hard, muscled thigh against his and that wasn’t the only thing that was hard, either.

If Brody had been hot before, he was scorching now.

“Why didn’tyousay?” Dean retorted lightly.

“I . . .uh . . .well, that’s a damn good question,” Brody admitted.

“You said we were just gonna be friends, but here’s the thing, I don’t usually want to strip my friends naked and explore every inch of their bodies,” Dean said.

The top of Brody’s head blew right off, and the only appropriate response he could come up with was to kiss him again, hard, pouring everythinghe’dthought about into it.

Dean’s hands slid up, cupped his cheeks, and it wasn’t tender, not exactly, but it was full of . . .something. Not just heat, not anymore.

But there was plenty of heat, too, if Dean’s hard cock was any indication. Brody knew he had to be feeling his, too, andhe nearly saidfuck itand just rubbed it against Dean’s muscled body, openly chasing pleasure.

“You can’t say shit like that,” Brody said, after he broke the kiss. “You really fucking can’t say it.”

“Why not?” Amusement—and arousal—glinted in Dean’s pale green gaze.

“’Cause that’s gonna make me just hump your leg and not feel an ounce of shame.”

It was only the truth, but it was wondrous what Brody’s confession did to Dean.

His brows slammed together, pupils dilating even further, and Brody swore he felt his cock twitch against his thigh.

His fingers itched to explore it, to feel what that hard ridge was like.

But he held back.

It wasn’t really fear or uncertainty. It was clear they both wanted each other. Instead it was a foolhardy desire to prolong this moment as long as possible.

Because Brody knew the moment they touched each other, it was going to be game over. He was too hot and worked up, and he had a feeling Dean was the same.

“Well, don’t let me stop you from doing it,” Dean teased in a low voice. “Maybe I want you to do it.”

“Kiss me,” Brody half-moaned, half-begged, and then he was, the two of them wrapped up in each other, Dean’s bigger body pressing him into the counter.

Brody couldn’t help himself. Not when the pressure of Dean’s thigh was so delicious, exactly the pleasure he wanted so desperately, the kind of feeling that he couldn’t stop himself from chasing any longer.

“Come on, take it,” Dean groaned into his mouth, and Brody did what he was told.

Took everything he wanted, their tongues stroking, his body thrusting against Dean’s, his thrusts becoming more and more uncontrolled because of the need coiling hard and insistent at the bottom of his belly.

He needed just a little more. Pressure. Orsomething.

Then Dean slipped a hand down his stomach, those calloused fingers sending shivers up his spine, and he cupped his cock in his palm. Two strokes later, that was all it took, and Brody’s whole world was rocked to its foundations as he came and came and came, shuddering hard with the power of his orgasm.

Brody came down from what he could only describe as a fuckinghigh. And he’d only been humping against Dean’s thigh and then his hand.

Imagine what it would feel like if they didmore.

Heat spiked through him at just the thought. It wasn’t the insistent blaze of before, because he’d finally gotten some relief, but it was hot enough that he knew this orgasm wouldn’t be enough to forestall it forever.

He was going to want a hell of a lot more.

Speaking of more . . .

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