Page 60 of Part of Me (The Seaside Chronicles 2)

My last word trailed off as Brody pulled his T-shirt over his head, then headed into his room. With his door still wide open, he turned around and started to unbutton his jeans while staring at me. My legs damn near went out from under me.

I narrowed my gaze at him, then quickly spun on my heels and headed downstairs. I went straight to the freezer, wishing I could crawl inside of it. “That damn man.”

After forcing my libido to calm down, I took out some paper plates for the pizza and then grabbed two beers from the fridge.

“I got some ice cream for later,” Brody said as he walked into the kitchen.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head at the sight before me. He was wearing sweats—low-hanging sweats, I might add—and a Boston Red Sox tank.

“What are you wearing?” I asked.

He paused while opening the pizza box and looked down at himself. “You’re not a fan of the Red Sox?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “You have to change.”

“Geesh, does your brother know you hate one of the greatest baseball teams of all times?”

I slowly shook my head, closed my eyes, and counted to ten before I focused on him once again. It took all my strength to keep my eyes on his face and not let them drift down to his muscular arms.

Chest and arms. My two weaknesses.

“I love the Sox,” I said.

A look of relief washed over his face. “Thank God. I wasn’t sure I could be married to a woman who didn’t support them.”

A warm sensation ran through my entire body, but I ignored it. “Brody, you need to change because…because…” I motioned up and down his body with my hands.

“Because of what?”

“You’re showing too much arm!”

He blinked at me several times. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Your arms. Those big, bulky muscles. They’re distracting.”

The corners of his mouth twitched, and I knew the bastard was holding back a smile. “You mean these arms?” He lifted his right arm and flexed.

“That’s just mean.”

Laughing, he dropped his arm to his side. “Sutton, you want me to change because you don’t want to see my arms?”

“You don’t have to put on long sleeves. A T-shirt is fine. And change out of those sweats. I can practically see your—” I slammed both hands over my mouth, but my damn traitorous eyes still drifted down to his crotch. “Shit!” I swore as I spun around and faced the other way.

The heat of his body felt like a warm blanket as he walked up behind me—and he wasn’t even touching me yet. He put his mouth to my ear. “Are you saying you’re turned on by what I’m wearing? Because I can take it all off if you want.”

I spun back around…and quickly realized that was a bad idea. He was close. Oh. So. Close.

“Brod—um, Brody. Okay, fine, I won’t lie. You have an insanely…fit…body.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up. Then he pulled a Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality. “You think I’m sexy, you want to touch me, you want to—”

I pressed my fingers to his mouth. “Shh, stop.”

He lifted his hand and grabbed mine. When he laced our fingers together, I had to fight to breathe normally. “If you want me to change, I’ll change,” he said.

I nodded jerkily. “I want you to change.”

“My shirt only.”

I chewed on my lower lip for a moment, but stopped when his gaze went to my mouth. “Shirt only.”

He brought my hand up and kissed the back of it, then ran his tongue over each knuckle. The room felt like it was tilting back and forth, and I grabbed his chest with my other hand.

“Brody,” I whispered as I dug my fingertips into his muscles. “The pizza is getting cold.”

Dropping my hand, he took a step back, and I felt myself sway. Without a word, he turned and headed back upstairs.

I made my way to the freezer, took out an ice cube, and ran it over my face and neck. “I’m going to need to break out that damn vibrator if the night keeps going like this.”

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