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Brody barked a little laugh and Whit grinned in response.
 I think we might have done that once already, Brody said.  But, I m game if you are.
How long have you worked for Cass?
They went back and forth exchanging small pieces of themselves while sharing their
meal. Brody s shoulders were no longer hunched, and he laughed easily as they discussed
food and movies, books and heat versus humidity. Silly, inconsequential, safe. When
Whit pushed away from the table and began to clear, Brody jumped up to help.
Brody filled the sink with water and a squirt of dish soap, while Whit finished clearing
the table. Whit put his hand on Brody s back as he reached around him for the washcloth.
Heat flowed up his arm at the contact, a charge of electricity that nearly rooted him to the
spot. Brody smiled, hands in the soapy water and kept working, so Whit did the same.
When he returned the dishrag, Whit leaned over Brody s back, their bodies brushing
against each other for the briefest of moments. Brody s quick breath at the contact
matched his own. Whit waited, willing Brody to acknowledge the attraction that teased
between them all evening. He d have waited longer, if necessary, but he d known it was
coming. There was too much in the looks they d shared, too many lingering smiles.
Brody turned off the water and rested his hands on the edge of the sink, staring down
into the mass of bubbles. After a minute, he sighed, then leaned back, closing the distance
between them. When he finally looked up over his shoulder, his smile slid away as he met
Whit s gaze.
 Oh yeah, that s better, Whit breathed.
 I can t  Brody said on a half moan.
Whit smiled slowly.  I think you can.
Trapping Brody against the sink, Whit ran his hand up the smaller man s arm, until he
reached his face. He traced his fingers over the strong chin, the sharp cheekbones, then
over the smooth scalp. When Brody didn t pull back, Whit lowered his mouth.  You re
safe with me, he whispered, then brushed his lips in a gentle kiss.
Kissing Brody had his heart pounding and his cock demanding attention, but Whit kept
his hips a discreet distance from temptation and the kiss light and easy. A shiver coursed
through Brody, driving his ass against Whit, and he moaned at the contact. He deepened
the kiss, and Brody opened, let him in.
Whit held Brody captive while he tasted his kisses. Somewhere in the back of his head
he started to wonder if he was hurting Brody the way he held him trapped against the
counter, but their tongues slid together, Brody moaned for him, and Whit leaned farther
into the kiss. Drawing back slightly, he gently sucked Brody s lower lip between his teeth
for a soft nip. And then their tongues were back at it until Brody did the same, nipping,
licking, biting. It was Whit s turn to moan.
 Brody.
His chiseled lips parted slightly at the sound of his name. For the first time, Brody
wasn t trying to hide his desire.  It s inevitable, isn t it? Brody asked him in a soft voice
that reverberated all the way through Whit.
Hell yes, it was. But Whit couldn t put words in Brody s mouth. Not now when every
word, every look, every touch felt so damned important.
 What s inevitable, Brody? What do you want to happen here? His words were raw,
and he couldn t hide his desire.
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When Brody didn t answer, just ground his ass back against Whit s hard length, the big man shifted
his hand on the back of his head, tilting him farther, changing the angle of their kiss. Brody s body
was screaming yes& yes& yes! But there was a small corner of his mind trying to be heard over all
the thundering of his heart. This was wrong, too much was at stake. He didn t know this man&
His body stiffened and not in a good way.
Whit noticed and pulled his hips back. He gentled his kiss, licking and brushing over
Brody s lips. Then the hands and the kiss were gone, opening a pool of loss and confusion
in Brody s heart.
Whit stepped back, a sad smile touching his kiss-swollen lips.  Come on, let s finish up
these dishes. His voice was husky, but he turned away and finished putting the food in
the refrigerator.
For the first time since forever, Brody was unsure of what to do. He wanted Whit, that
wasn t the question. Even if his mind couldn t sort through the complications in his life
right now, his body was screaming at him to get with the program. Save a horse& all that
shit.
Whit wanted him. The desire wasn t feigned, and it didn t seem to be associated with
any type of fan-fuck-me syndrome. In fact
 Have you ever listened to my music? The words came out as an accusation, and Brody
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