Crushed - Pamela Ann Page 0,61
entirely. If his tone was anything to go by, I could swear he was offering me something else that was not remotely food related.
“We’re talking about food here, right?” I had to double-check, hiding back a smile.
He gave a hearty laugh before kissing the side of my neck. “Yes, but I could eat you, too, if you like. Food can wait; food can definitely wait.”
How convincing he was, but if we kept going at this speed, we would be sick of each other in no time; thus, opting for the latter wasn’t a viable feat.
“Well, I can certainly do with some coffee and buttered toast right about now,” I finally said, full of longing, despite knowing it was for a greater good, mentally and sexually speaking.
“You sure?” he asked, and all the while, his tongue teased my earlobe. “ ‘Cause I’d rather have you for my first meal of the day.”
Oh, geez. Did he have any idea how hard it was to resist him when he was being so amorous? Alas, I had made up my mind about the subject.
“You know I love how convincing you can be, but let’s slow down a little, shall we? We can start by having coffee and maybe a conversation.” I didn’t want to set a serious tone so suddenly, yet I felt as though he and I needed to communicate in regards to ground rules.
His tongue teasing stopped before he resorted to kissing my neck. “All right.” He kissed my skin again. “Coffee and conversation it is, then.”
It couldn’t be helped; I had to laugh. It was obvious how much it took him to say those words, and I appreciated it.
“Aww, you’re the best part-time sex fiend ever.”
He snorted the got to his feet to go downstairs.
When I rolled to my other side to look at him, he bestowed the sexiest of smiles on me. “Remember your words well, pretty lady. Someday, you’re going to miss this part-timer, and then you’ll change your mind about the whole part-time thing and upgrade me to a full-time position.” Then, with a quick kiss on my forehead, he left me to simmer in my own thoughts.
Still staring at the door minutes after he had taken his temporarily leave towards the kitchen, I wondered why my life had been going on a fast lane as of late. I mean, it was only last night I had received a text from Rob and all the ugliness that came along with him had resurfaced with a vengeance. Then, less than twenty-fours later, there I was, moved into Brody’s bedroom, feeling elated and, well, pretty special. There were no other words to describe how I felt from how he had been treating me.
It was Brody’s way of healing me, helping me recover from what Rob had tainted me with until I could rebound back to my old self. Looking at it from that perspective, it sort of made sense. Brody, though dickish and douchey when it came to certain areas in his life regarding women, was also a nurturer and a protector to those he cared about. It couldn’t be helped. It was in his nature. And it made it difficult not to fall even more in love with him.
Maybe it was his agenda, maybe not, but it seemed like he was reversing the god awful bits that had happened to me as he was also reversing what my decision was about him. It was like hitting two birds with one stone. And if there was anyone to make me heal after the kind of trauma I’d had with Rob, Brody was the only answer, because I couldn’t think about trusting another man with myself except him. I needed someone to make me partially whole again, and Brody was the essential element.
After that massive realization, I saw him differently, as if I was seeing him with my old and yet revived eyes.
When he came back from the kitchen, armed with the requested goodies, he immediately sensed the change in me as he placed the tray in the middle of the bed, eyeing me suspiciously.
“What did I do now? I feel as though I did something, and I don’t know what that is. You do like buttered toast, right? Or did I get that wrong?” he said, unsure of himself.
“Nothing. I was just thinking, is all,” I finally said before sitting up on the bed, still reeling from my thoughts prior to his arrival. “I do love buttered toast,” I declared