Deal Takers (Dealing with Love 2)

“If you ask me, Iceman is way hotter, but I’m man enough to give Maverick another chance.”

I laugh and grab the bag of delicious-smelling food out of his hand. “Come on in. I just need to cancel my Uber, then we can dish up.”

Brody walks into my kitchen like he owns the place, opening drawers until he finds the one he wants. Pulling out two pairs of chopsticks he says, “Go put the movie in and have a seat. I’ll get this. Do you want the broccoli beef or Kung Pao chicken?”

I can’t fight my smile when I see that he chose my favorite dish without having to ask. “Kung Pao for the win, baby.”

He returns my smile before pulling two beers out of the fridge. “Movie. Couch. Now, woman.”

I head over to the DVD player and pop the movie in. “Okay, bossy pants.”

We settle into the couch and dig into our respective cardboard containers of MSG-laden goodness. I’ll admit; I was worried this might be weird, but being here with Brody, doing something so domesticated, is oddly comforting. Maybe it’s because we’ve known each other for so long, so there’s none of the first date awkwardness that you’d expect. Not that this is a date, of course. We’re just two friends hanging out and enjoying a meal. So what if we’re planning to have sex afterwards. Not date-ish at all.

I honestly expected Brody to jump me the second we came into my apartment but he hasn’t made a single pass at me and the movie is almost over. He hasn’t even dropped a single innuendo, which is very out of character. Has he changed his mind about our arrangement? That’s stupid, right? He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to have sex with me. I study him as the credits roll and he looks perfectly relaxed. My brows furrow in confusion as I try figuring out what’s next.

Brody reaches over to run his index finger over the crease between my eyebrows. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Have you changed your mind?” Damn it, I can’t stand how insecure I sound.

He blinks rapidly. “Why the hell would I do that?”

I gesture to the two feet of space in between us. “Because you’ve been sitting on the other end of the couch all night. And you haven’t cracked a single dirty joke or tried feeling me up.”

“Relax, Rainey. I know you’re dying to get in my pants but a man needs to be eased into these sorts of things.” He lets out a large gasp and presses his hand against his chest. “Wait a minute... are you a sex maniac or something? Should I be worried? Oh my God, you are, aren’t you?”

I roll my eyes at his theatrics. “You think you’re pretty funny, don’t you?”

He scoots closer and lifts my chin with his finger. “Have you changed your mind?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Thank fuck,” he says on an exhale.

“So, what are we waiting for?”

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He searches my eyes for a beat. “I have no idea.”

I smile. “Then kiss me, stupid.”

Brody flashes his pearly whites. “Yes, ma’am.”

He wraps his arm around my waist, simultaneously pulling me into him and guiding me onto my back. I can feel every inch of his hard body. His quads tighten, the ripples on his abdomen become more pronounced, and the pulsing of his thick, eager cock against my stomach makes my inner muscles clench, desperate to have him inside of me.

Brody fists the hair at the back of my neck with his other hand and slowly— far too slowly— lowers his mouth to mine. I think I moan when his tongue slides into my mouth, encouraging me to meet him stroke for stroke. Sweet baby Jesus, this man knows how to kiss. I’m pretty sure he could make me come from this alone. Everything about the way he dominates my mouth screams possession. He’s making carnal promises with his lips and tongue, telling me that he’s going to own me before this is over. The intensity of it should freak me out but I don’t care as long as he doesn’t stop.

I’m not sure how long it takes before my entire body is slicked with sweat. I’m shivering in his arms from the need he’s stoking inside of me. Brody pulls back as a full-body shudder courses through me, making me whimper.

“Why’d you stop?”

He searches my eyes for a moment before a small frown creases his face. “You feeling okay?”

I match his frown. “Well, I was. Why’d you stop? We were just getting to the good stuff.”

Brody purses his lips. “Don’t take this the wrong way, honey, but you look like hell.”

Dafuq?