Page 52 of There Are No Words

Ignoring Allegra’s obvious desire for me to leave, I made myself comfortable, angling my body to face her as I brought my hands to her feet and uncrossed them to give her a foot massage.

“What are you doing?” Allegra asked, her lips closing tightly as she swallowed.

I wouldn’t mind coating the back of that gorgeous throat of hers and watching her swallow every last drop I gave her. I grinned at the thought. “I’m not leaving, so you can continue doing whatever you’re doing, but I’m going to sit right here and help you relax.”

She didn’t pay me any more attention after that, only went back to typing.

“Are you still planning that party?” I asked, trying to engage in easy conversation as I moved my hand from the ball of one of her feet down slightly to about a third of the way from the bottom. I must have pressed an acupressure point because Allegra closed her eyes and moaned. Loudly.

I chuckled, the sound coming from deep in my throat as I watched her facial expression.

Her reaction to a foot rub must have freaked her out, though, because her eyes immediately popped open. She looked around, her cheeks growing a dark pink as she looked embarrassed.

“You don’t ever have to be embarrassed.”

She tucked an imaginary strand of hair behind her ear, just fussing to fuss. “That was, um, out of character for me. I’ve been given foot massages before, and I don’t usually moan like that. Ever.”

I grinned. “Noted.”

“Don’t look so cocky,” she spat back.

I shook my head, looking down at her feet again as my hands worked them. “When was the last time you pleasured yourself?”

It was obvious I was making her uncomfortable because she bit down on her bottom lip. Was it wrong that I was glad to know I was making her uncomfortable?

“It’s not good to deny yourself,” I said.

“I do not need to orgasm, okay? I’m fine. And don’t go getting any wild ideas. I mean, it’s not like your hands on me do anything for me. I feel—” Her words were cut off by another moan as I brought my fingers to the inside of her foot by the base of her toe.

“You were saying?”

“Why does that feel so good?”

I shrugged. “No clue.” Seriously, I had no damn idea what I was doing when it came to massaging feet. “What I do know isthat I love it when you moan. I love it even more when I get to swallow your moans, my mouth on yours.”

“Brady.” My name fell from her lips like a warning. One I wasn’t going to heed. Maybe she didn’t want to address the elephant in the room, but I did.

“I want to hear you say it.” I stared into her brown eyes ablaze with desire that I’d swear made them the darkest shade of brown I’d ever seen.

She closed the lid on her laptop—about damn time—and licked her lips. “Say what?” she questioned.

“You want me, and it’s killing you that you’re standing in your own way.”

“Brady.”

I pressed harder on the ball of her foot, and she bit down on her lip. “Stop saying my goddamn name unless it’s going to fall from your lips while you’re climaxing. Do you understand me?”

She threw her head back and groaned. “Would that make you happy? Me saying something that won’t change anything? Because it won’t.”

I inched my way closer to her, rising so I was hovering over her body. “Say it,” I pushed as I continued my climb over her. Maybe if she said it aloud, she’d no longer be able to ignore it, ignore what was between us.

“I want you,” she said, her eyes homing in on my mouth, which was mere inches from hers at this point.

We were so close as I hovered over her that I could feel her hot breath on me, her nipples straining against her shirt as she tried to slip down but the pillows kept her firmly in place under me. My cock was nestled against her stomach. I didn’t need to slide my hand down between us and touch her panties to know that she was wet.

“Now was that so hard?” I asked, a smile dancing on my lips.

Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and I forced my gaze to her eyes to see if she wanted me to kiss her.

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