Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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.”
Brody
The quiet knock on the door made me stop pacing around the bedroom.
“Um, Brody? Are you still coming down for pizza and movie night?”
She was going to kill me.
I walked over and opened the bedroom door and stared down at Sutton. She smiled, and my heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest.
Tell her, Brody. Tell her you love her. Tell her you want her. Hell, pull her into your arms and kiss the living shit out her.
“Are you mad I asked you to change?” she asked. “I don’t really know what came over me. It’s been a really long day.”
I leaned closer and breathed deeply through my nose. “Is that…whiskey?”
She blushed. “I took a couple of shots. I needed to relax a bit. This whole new thing with the store and the vibrators and Jack showing up and having a key to the shop…it’s a lot.”
“Wait—what? You said Palmer forgot to lock the front door.”
“No. I called her, and she said she did lock it. I guess Jack still has a key. I have a note to call the locksmith tomorrow.”
That motherfucker. I hated the guy.
“But I’m feeling much more relaxed now,” she said.
“Good.” I motioned for her to head back downstairs. “Is this T-shirt okay?”
She glanced over her shoulder and gave me a thumbs up. “It’s perfect. What do you want to watch?”
“I’ll let you pick.”
She clapped her hands and practically skipped to the kitchen. “Awesome! I’ve been dying to watch Bridgerton! I’ve read all the books, but I haven’t been able to see the series yet.”
“What’s it about?”
She sighed as she placed a hand over her heart. “It’s about this family and how they all find love in each of the books. It’s a historical romance, so I hope that’s okay. You can pick the next thing we watch.”
“Historical romance?” I asked.
Flipping open the pizza box, she took two slices out. “It’s a bit cold.”
“That’s okay. It’s my fault for not wearing the right shirt.”
She crinkled her nose, and I nearly groaned. Fuck if that wasn’t adorable.
“Okay, bring the whole box. I’ve got our drinks out on the coffee table. You don’t need a fork or anything, do you?” Sutton asked.