Page 113 of Dirty Like Brody
It was kind of hisAchilles’heel.
“Oh, and before you do? You’re gonna strip down.” I smiled at him, nice andpretty.
In return he gave me a filthy, nasty look. “You want me to sing a song for you, naked,righthere?”
“I do,” I said, cuddling cozily into my furry jacket. “Rightnow.”
That filthy glare stayed on me another minute, but I wasn’t backing down. Finally, he stood up and started taking off hisclothes.
I lay back on the blanket and enjoyedtheshow.
Leatherjacket…gone.
Scarf.
Sweater.
T-shirt.
Belt.
Boots.
Brody’s eyes stayed locked on my grinning face the entire time. I was pretty sure he was waiting for me to say,Just kidding!and let him offthehook.
I didn’tsaythat.
He had his jeans undone when he stopped and sighed. “You really gonna make me do this,princess?”
“Yup,” I said, distracted by the way his loosened jeans hung low onhiships.
He didn’t miss it. “How about instead I give you a peek, and then we go back to the truck and warm up?” He flashed me a charming smile that made my heart skitter, but I stuck tomyguns.
“Nope. I want the full monty. Right now. It’s a dare. If you don’t do it, ‘bad things mighthappen.’”
The charm crumbled off as he threw me another dirty look. Then he shed his jeans and stopped again. “Come on, Jessa. This is a stupid dare. It’s fuckingFebruary.”
He stood there, shivering, in his skimpy blue briefs and striped socks and I just kept smiling. “Poor baby. Takeitoff.”
“Merciless,” he grumbled. Then he lost the undies, drop-kicking them offhisfoot.
I clapped and whistled for that maneuver, slick as it was, but he just glared at me, covering up the good stuff with hishands.
“Itispretty cold out,” I said, taking my time with a long, lingering perusal of his naked form, the candlelight dancing over the curves of his lean, sculpted muscles. The light and dark patterns of his swirling tattoos. The sexy V of his torso, the slight rippling of his abs… that sexy-as-all-hell indent between his hipbone and his crotch. “So I’ll let you keep thesockson.”
“What’s the damn song?” he prompted, impatient, starting to bounce up and down tokeepwarm.
“Hmm.” I considered. “On second thought, put your bootsbackon.”
I watched as he pulled them on, grumbling alltheway.
“Now back up so I can get a good look at you, and I’ll tell youthesong.”
He turned and walked away a few paces, standing with his back to me. I didn’t mind, since it gave me a perfect view of his firm, muscular butt and his long, strong thighs. Geez. Brody Mason had the best butt, ever. He could’ve been a butt model, or a butt double for movie stars, or something. I’d told him that once, and I was deadserious.
He’d justlaughed.
“You know what?” I mused, inspired by the view. “I’m feeling some Bad Companycomingon…”
