Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I turned a little further in bed, so that I was lying on my back, looking up at him. “You’re really amazing,” I said. “For everything you do. Everything you put up with. And you still keep going, no matter what.”
“I could say the exact same thing about you,” Brody said, his voice deep and velvety.
He leaned down slowly, catching my lips in a kiss again.
I felt the bulk of his body over mine. He was nothing but pure strength, but right now he was being so gentle and tender.
And really, it was unlike any kiss I’d ever had before. Having his lips on mine now felt even different than when we’d kissed on the couch, rushed and hungry and horny as hell.
This one felt like the first time I’d ever had a kiss that truly meant something.
As he kissed me, one of his hands came up to hold the side of my head, cradling me like I was something precious. Something he desperately wanted to keep safe. It was like he was making up for every awful moment I’d endured in my past, trying to heal me, to let me know that I wasn’t just something to be cast aside.
And for once, I was able to let go.
I was able to ignore the riot of thoughts that usually danced through my brain. They didn’t fucking matter. None of it mattered, right now. Brody kissed me, long and slow, before moving upward, pressing small kisses over the ridge of my brow, my temples, my hair.
“So, so good,” he whispered, his words almost inaudible.
When he moved lower again, kissing beneath my ears, I realized I was shaking a little, but not for my usual reasons.
I was trembling because I was so fucking turned on it hurt.
“Brody,” I whispered, my voice coming out a little hoarse and broken.
“Hmm?” he hummed back. I could feel the vibration of his voice on my skin.
“I…” I started, trailing off.
“Talk to me,” he said softly.
“I really, really want to come,” I said, sounding way too desperate.
He let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a groan. “Then let me make you come.”
“But I thought you said you didn’t want to.”
“I definitely didn’t say I don’t want to,” he told me. “I want to. Really fucking badly. I want a whole lot of things.”
He ran a palm down lower on my body, reaching the top of my thigh. I hummed, shuddering a little under his touch. “Right.”
“I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Logan. But I will wrap my lips around your cock anytime you want me to.”
Right as he said it, he let his palm reach down to squeeze my cock through my sweatpants.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
I moaned and instinctively reached up, gripping the back of his neck. Brody was going to make me fucking lose my mind, and at this point, I didn’t care. It would be a great way to lose it—right here, under the strength of his body, feeling small in the absolute best way.
As if on cue, he dipped down and pressed his lips to mine again, this time hungry and caring all at once. I was so hard I swore I could have lost it right here and now, just like this, with Brody’s body pressed close to mine, rutting up against me.
My skin was so hot that my shirt was starting to feel like a straitjacket. When Brody pulled off to take a breath, I arched my back, reaching for the hem of my shirt.
“Overheating,” I said, pulling it up and off and tossing it away. I sucked in a lungful of air, already feeling better.
“I thought I was the only one,” Brody said, taking off his shirt a second later to reveal an expanse of muscles so beautiful it should have been illegal.
“God, you’re like a fucking Adonis statue,” I blurted out, gawking at his broad shoulders, his pecs, and his hard abs, right there in front of my face. I rested my palms at the top of his chest, letting them skate down over his smooth skin, landing on top of his perfect stomach.
“I don’t even know what that is, but if it’s something that makes you want to run your hands along my body like that, I am into it,” Brody said.
I squeezed his hips. “You don’t know who Adonis is?”
He bit his lower lip, shaking his head sheepishly. “Sounds like an old Greek guy, maybe?”
I nodded. “He was Aphrodite’s lover, who was the goddess of love and lust. Anyway, he always looks ripped in the statues. Kind of like you.”
“I see,” Brody said, trailing his fingertips down the center of my chest before wandering over to brush against one of my nipples. I pulled in a sharp breath, my body going on pins and needles for a second. “You sensitive here?” he asked softly, circling his fingers over the skin.