Page 2 of There Are No Words

The way he said my name—my given name—never using the nickname (Allie) my sisters used sent a twinge between my legs. No, slow was not going to do. I didn’t need to feel myself to know that I was already wet. If I had to endure foreplay from Brady, forget wet, I was going to be straight-up begging for his cock. “Absolutely not! Hard and fast, that’s what I want.”

As if he could read my mind, he asked, “How wet are you?”

I swallowed. My pulse quickened as I replayed the words over in my head. “I wouldn’t be surprised if my panties were soaked.”

“Good. Hang on.”

Frantic, his hands touched all over me, and his lips slammed back down on mine. He spun me as my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck, never once breaking our kiss. I could feel his hardness against my core, the sensation almost dizzying. Oh, how I needed more friction. As he led usto the couch in the back of his office, it occurred to me that by having a couch in here, this might not have been the first time he’d done this sort of thing. But I didn’t care. Not one bit. Not when I felt the pulse of him against my inner thigh.

He tossed me onto the couch as if I weighed nothing.

Then his hands found the hem of my dress, and he expertly wove his fingers around my thong, and then, with one swift motion, the fabric tore as he ripped it off me—like he did this sort of thing all the time. “You were right,” he said, and I knew what he was saying—I was drenched.

“Condom?” I asked, my eyes searching his.

He narrowed his eyes. “Wallet.”

I reached for his back pocket, my gaze roaming over him. I licked my lips as I imagined how strained his cock must have been against his pants. I wanted to be the one to free him, but protection first. I wanted sex, not a lifelong commitment. And I couldn’t speak for Brady, but. . . oh, who was I kidding? What man wanted that?

Answer: none.Yes, hi, I’d like to be anchored to the woman who’s my roommate I’d had a one-night stand with.I didn’t think so.

I pulled the condom out as Brady released himself.Holy moly!I was fully prepared to open the wrapper, but my eyes were glued to him. He was. . . huge, long, and. . . and thick. I spotted a long vein straining and immediately swallowed. Could something that big even fit inside me? It would hurt, no doubt about that. Oooh, was it strange that I was giddy to find out how much? Oddly enough, I was turned on by the idea of the mix of pain and pleasure I’d feel when he finally entered me and buried himself so deep inside me he might as well make a home there. For Brady, I’d even let him live there rent-free.

“You think you can take me?” Mental note: he liked catching me staring at him. His voice was deep and raspy with need as he went on. “Don’t worry. I have no doubt we can make it fit.”

I raked my bottom lip into my mouth and chewed on it slightly. “What makes you think I’m worried?”

Ignoring my question, he eyed the condom I’d forgotten was in my hand and commanded, “Give me that.” He took the condom from me and tore it open with his teeth. He spit the wrapper out on the floor and rolled it on in one swift motion. I knew I’d said I wanted it hard and fast, but a man like Brady deserved to be worshipped.

Too bad this would only be a one-time thing.

No more thoughts entered my head because he sank inside me. “Ohhh,” I gasped and threw my head back. I felt a slight sting from the stretch, but before I could focus on it too much, I heard his voice pulling me out of my head.

“Eyes on me,” Brady demanded. “And keep them there. You think you can do that, Allegra?”

Did I think I could—

This man felt so damn good inside me that I would do or say anything he asked.

I peered down at where we were connected and dared him, “Are you going to start moving?”

He rocked into me and his hips found a steady rhythm.

“Harder.”

Eyes glazed with lust, he asked, “Harder?”

The sound of our arousal was almost obscene in the small space, and it seemed to echo off the walls. And damn it if it wasn’t turning me on even more. I could hear exactly how wet I was with each thrust. Maybe I should have been embarrassed, but instead I screamed, “Harder.”Even harder. As hard as humanly possible. Maybe even more.

With the way he pumped you would have thought that each pump was also circulating blood through his veins because he just kept going. Harder and faster—like I’d asked for. Like I wanted. “Yes, just like that.”

A whimper escaped my mouth as I gripped his back and raked my fingers down his back hard enough to leave marks. A low guttural groan escaped him.So he likes it rough, too. Noted.

It remained hard and rough until we were both panting and completely spent.

Brady put every stimulator to shame. He was masterful. He was. . . a goddamn sexpert. That had to be a thing, right?

Chapter Two

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