Page 81 of Melting the Ice

Their apartment was only another block, and a minute later, Dean was unlocking the door, tossing his keys onto the coffee table as Brody closed the door behind him.

They were alone.

Only once had he felt awkward tonight, and that had been when he’d first seen Dean. When he’d wanted more things than he was allowed to take.

And it was awkward now, as they stared at each other.

Awkwardandtense, but not an ugly kind of tension, but the best kind. Full of promise and anticipation.

“Come ’ere,” Dean said gruffly, and that was all the invitation Brody needed to fall into him, tilting his face up as their mouths met.

The kiss earlier tonight had been undeniably hot, but this one burned him up from the inside out.

“I didn’t know,” Brody gasped as Dean broke the kiss, tugging his T-shirt over his head and tossing it onto the couch.

They weren’t even going to make it to thecouch.

“Didn’t know what,” Dean said, and maybe he hadn’t ever undressed a guy before, but his fingers were confident and sure on Brody’s jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. They sagged around his waist, and Brody felt the ghost of Dean’s touch against his lower abs, making his cock twitch with need.

Brody took a step back, trying to get his breathing under control.

“Didn’t know it would feel like this,” he admitted.

“Yeah,” Dean agreed, and from the earnest look on his face as he took in Brody’s body, he wasn’t just giving him lip service either.

“We should . . .uh . . .” Brody motioned to his bedroom. “Wecould. . .here . . .but . . .”

“I like the way you think, pretty boy,” Dean said gruffly and then just fuckingpicked him up.

Brody squawked. First, because he’d never expected that and second, because he was heavy, right? He was not a light person. He was strong and muscular and six foot, and here Dean was picking him up like he weighed fucking nothing.

Except—Dean could probably bench press more than Brody weighed.

Andthatwas insanely fucking hot.

“You good there?” Dean asked, barely breathing hard as he nudged open Brody’s door and deposited him on the edge of the bed.

“I . . .no,” Brody said with the strongest emphasis he could. “No.You can’t do that shit. I’m gonna . . .I’m gonna blow my load right now if I think about how sexy that was.”

Dean grinned. “Yeah? You like me manhandling you around?”

“Yes.Yes. Put a pin in that though,” Brody said. Because he meant it. This was going to be over before it started if Dean kept going with that shit. “Take your clothes off.”

He leaned back, toed his shoes off and decided he was going to enjoy the show.

Dean raised an eyebrow as he lifted his T-shirt up, discarding it on the floor. “You don’t wanna take them off for me?”

“Someday, yeah. But right now? I’ve barely gotten to see you naked and I want toenjoy it.”

Dean flushed again, the color deepening down his chest, and Brody was curious just how far down it went.

“Don’t tell me I’m the first person to bring up that you’re seriously hot,” Brody added in a teasing voice, leaning back on his elbows.

There was only a slight dusting of dark hair on Dean’s pecs, and a trail leading down to his jeans.

Brody wanted to know how soft it felt, so he sat up and reached out, pressing a palm to his chest. Slid it lower. Felt Dean’s sharp intake of breath as he stroked his lower abs.

“No,” Dean said, voice low. “But I didn’t give a shit before.”

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