The Best Thing by Jaci Burton Page A

catapult her into oblivion.
    And still, he only shifted her over onto her side, letting her catch her breath by kissing her, stroking her hip and raising her leg over his so he could thrust slow and easy.
    “Brody,” she whispered, staring up into a face she’d grown to love so deeply it hurt. “What are you doing to me?”
    “We have all night,” he said, brushing her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. She grabbed his thumb and sucked it between her lips, rewarded with his harsh groan of pleasure. He replaced his thumb with his mouth, shattering her with the intimacy of the gesture. She fought for breath as he took her right to the edge again, refusing to let go until she did.
    She didn’t think she could, until he rolled her on top of him, giving her the control. He grasped her hips and held her while she rolled back and forth and he lifted up into her, burying himself deep. He cupped her breasts and brushed his thumbs over her nipples, searing her with the deepest pleasure until she arched against him, giving him everything he’d asked for, baring herself to him down to her soul. And when she came, this time he thrust, then groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he roared out his climax and fell with her.
    She collapsed on top of him, utterly spent. She vaguely registered Brody moving her off him, leaving her for a few minutes and coming back to the bed to cuddle up behind her. She only recalled his strong arms wrapping around her as he pulled the covers over them both.
    Then she let sleep take her.

Chapter Eleven
    The out-of-town job had been going smoothly, and plans for the new supermarket were well underway. Brody had a handle on everything, and even his personal life seemed to be going well for a change.
    He and Tori had settled into seeing each other fairly regularly, which he liked. It was new territory for him, this whole relationship thing, but it sure beat the hell out of coming home to an empty house every night.
    He wasn’t even freaked out that, little by little, her things were starting to take up residence at his place.
    First it was a toothbrush, because she spent the night frequently. Then it was shower things and a few clothes for overnight stays. And he had to make closet and drawer space for her to put her things. He had plenty of room, so no big deal, right?
    She was even cooking for him, and what guy would mind that? She sure as hell was a better cook than he was.
    He had to admit he liked having her at his place rather than that hellhole of an apartment she lived in.
    Which begged the question of why he didn’t just ask her to move in with him. It wasn’t like they were strangers to each other. He’d known her for years. They got along great. The sex was fantastic and they enjoyed each other’s company.
    It was that next step dilemma that kept him from pulling the trigger. They were having fun. It was light and simple and easy between them. She didn’t ask for anything or tie any strings to him. He could pretend he was still the carefree bachelor he’d always been, because, technically, Tori wasn’t living there.
    But she was a part of his life, and he didn’t like to think about her going back to her place and the two of them living separate lives. He didn’t want to think about his life without her in it. He didn’t want to think about her possibly finding someone else and leaving him.
    Was that love? Did he love her? That was his problem. He had no idea what love was. He’d seen it, been surrounded by it with his parents and Wyatt and Calliope and Ethan and Riley. He knew it from the outside, but he’d never been in love with a woman before, so he didn’t have a freakin’ clue.
    All he knew was he liked the way things were. Wasn’t that enough for now? Did it have to be defined?
    He didn’t want to think about the deep shit anymore. All he knew was having her at the house made it easier for her to plan the company Christmas party, which she’d done a fantastic