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Iwrapped my arms around his neck, tilted my head back, and kissed him. I gave him everything I was feeling, everything I was thinking, in that kiss. I wanted him to know that I loved him and even with that love, I was afraid. Afraid he would leave and break my heart. Break me. Afraid that he would stay and my life would never be the same. No matter what, for better or worse, Brody would change my life.
And he took it. He drank down my love, my tenderness, and even my fear as though he was dying of thirst.
I needed to be closer to him. So close that there was nothing between us. I didn't just want his bare skin against mine, I needed it.
I craved it.
It was more than desire. It was necessity.
I shifted on his lap, twisting until I straddled his hips. The new position put me above him and Brody tilted his head back, refusing to break the kiss as I moved over him. He fused his mouth to mine and his hands grasped my hips, pulling me closer.
But when I reached for the hem of my shirt, he stopped me.
“Wait, Cam. I wasn’t expecting you to—“
“I know. This is what I want.” I sat back on his thighs and looked at him. “But if you’re not ready, we can—“
I squealed and clutched his neck as Brody grabbed my ass, STOOD UP from the couch, and started through the kitchen toward the back of the house...where his bedroom was.
“Brody, put me down. You’re gonna throw your back out or something.”
He didn’t deign to answer me or do what I said. Instead, he turned and braced my back against the wall and kissed me again.
Any worries I had about my weight or damaging him disappeared. Once my brain was thoroughly fuddled, he lifted his lips from mine and carried me the rest of the way into the dimly lit bedroom.
Where he dropped me on the bed. I fell back with a bounce and laughed. Until I saw Brody’s grimace.
I sat up and reached for him. “Oh, my God. You did hurt yourself.”
He let me fawn over him for a second before he started laughing. I'd been had. I smacked him on the hip and he made an exaggerated oof.
"You're so mean to me," he said.
I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and dragged him closer to me. "Want me to be even meaner to you?"
His eyes sparked with humor and heat. "Sounds interesting."
I released him and backed up across the bed until I was on the other side. Then I stripped my shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor next to me. Brody bit his bottom lip, his eyes glued to the bare skin of my torso. And the lace-edged ice blue bra I wore. The material was sheer and I knew he could see my hardened nipples through it.
I didn't take my eyes away from him as I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts before pushing them down my legs. They pooled around my ankles, leaving me in nothing but a pair of white bikini panties.
Like Brody, I hadn't intended for this to happen tonight, or I might have dug around in my underwear drawer for a matching set.
I didn't care and Brody didn't seem to either. He sucked in a sharp breath when I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. He leaned forward and put one knee on the bed when the bra joined the rest of my clothes on the floor.
I inched back. "Nuh-uh. None of that."
He froze.
"You have to stay over there." I nearly laughed at the incredulous expression on his face.
"You're kidding." He sounded pained and maybe even a little angry.
"Nope. You asked for it."
I tried not to smile as I hooked my thumbs in my underwear, but I knew I failed because Brody made a low, growling noise.
