He snorted softly at the question, shaking his head but not answering verbally. No, he was not a mind reader. Clothing was just getting annoying.
When Brodie vocalized his approval, Jamie bit again this time enough to really make a mark. He knew he couldn't properly claim the Aussie just yet but at least he could be marked.
His muscles tensed under Brodie's fingers like they were trying to show off... And really, he was. Fingers curled back into Brodie's hair a little tighter than before and his hips raised up to press into the other's. Kisses on his neck were a Very Good Thing.
Jamie's other hand slipped under Brodie's shirt gliding along his stomach and upward... And he'd pretty much forgotten about the cracked ribs by now. His brain was entirely non-functioning and he just wanted to touch and feel.