Page 82 of Melting the Ice

“You give a shit now,” Brody stated—didn’t question. Because the look in those light eyes of Dean’s made it clear that he did.

“You keep touchin’ me like that, yeah,” Dean said, swallowing hard.

“Like how?” Brody asked and pulled his hand away.

Dean made a noise full of disappointed disbelief.

Brody chuckled and waved his hand at the rest of Dean’s clothes. “Those need to go, still. Then I’ll show you.”

“You’d better.” Dean’s fingers were trembling as he unbuttoned his jeans and shucked them down. It was impossible to miss his cock, hard and straining against his dark green boxer briefs.

Yeah, Brody might not have been into cocks before this, but it was undeniable that he was intothiscock, now.

“Trust me, I don’t want to be hands-off,” Brody teased.

Dean tucked his fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugged them down.

Brody’s pulse accelerated.

“Now, this is a view I like,” he said, trying for casual but unable to help the way his tone wavered at the heat in Dean’s gaze as the last piece of his clothing fell away.

“You like it?” Dean eroded much of Brody’s studied nonchalance as he wrapped his hand around his dick, stroking it himself. “Like how big and hard I am for you?”

“Come ’ere,” Brody said roughly, the last of his pretense disintegrating, leaving only hot, fierce desire surging through him.

“Not yet.” Dean even moved back half a step, right out of Brody’s reach.

Maybe it should have annoyed Brody that Dean had more self-control than he did, but he was too turned on to give a shit.

“Why not?” Brody was aware he was whining, even.

Dean grinned and made the same hand motion that Brody had. “It’syourturn to get undressed. Come on, get naked, pretty boy. I wanna see itall.”

Brody did not scramble. That would be undignified and a little too desperate. Definitely unsexy, especially right now.

But he wasted no time, sucking in his stomach as he braced himself on his forearm to slowly slide his pants down. He cupped his cotton-covered cock, hissing at the pressure of his hand. Dean’s eyes darkened, the pupils dilating even further.

“Don’t tellmenobody’s ever called you hot, pretty boy,” Dean said in an intoxicatingly low voice that pulled at Brody, right where all his arousal was building in the base of his stomach. Sparking him up.

“Didn’t give a shit before,” Brody said, tossing him his most confident, charming smile. Ramsey always said he could get anyone he wanted, if he ever chose to. The problem was he’d never really wanted justanyone. And now? There was only one person he wanted.

“Now you do,” Dean said, grinning too. “Come on, pretty boy, show me what you got.”

“So hard.”So hard for you. Brody groaned a little as he shifted, pulling his boxer briefs down, over his cock.

It bobbed out, probably as hard as he’d ever been in his whole goddamn life.

He tried to reach for it again, but Dean moved fast, so fucking fast, considering his size, and slapped his hand away.

“That’s mine,” Dean said, and then he covered Brody’s body—and his mouth—with his own.

Brody moaned into his mouth, the impact of their skin-to-skin connection rocking his world to its foundations.

Dean’s hands were everywhere, slow and steady, like they had all the time in the world. Between those sweet, tantalizingly sexy touches and the passionate press of Dean’s mouth against his, Brody was panting, desperate and needy, by the time Dean broke the kiss.

“Shit, this is so good.” Maybe Brody shouldn’t have been so blunt about it, but his easygoing, offhand veneer was gone, totally stripped away by the intense look in Dean’s eyes.

Dean leaned further as Brody’s fingers scrabbled against his shoulders, his back, trying to pull him in.

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