Page 68 of There Are No Words

“You don’t understand,” I pleaded earnestly. “I’m in. I’m all in. I can try to give you what you want.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Try?”

I nodded, closing my eyes, hoping he’d believe me. When I opened them again, I reached out to touch him, my hands slipping around his back, bringing him close. We were so close it was obvious that all Brady could do was focus his eyes on the small gap between our bodies. One ever-so-slight movement, and we’d touch, connect.

I knew we both wanted more, but could only wonder if he’d give in. I knew I would. My body was practically crying out for him.

With one fluid motion, he wrapped his arms around me and brought his lips to my neck. Kissing. Sucking.

Having gotten all the encouragement I needed, I wove my fingers under the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He lifted his arms, and I tugged it off, revealing a tattoo.

I gasped and brushed the pad of my thumb over it. I’d never seen him bare-chested. Even at the Hamptons this summer, he wore a shirt the whole time. I mean, I knew what lay below was nothing short of spectacular, but this? A tattoo? I never would’ve guessed.

Brady looked down, his eyes following my thumb. “It’s a cheetah.”

It sat just over from his shoulder and crawled down onto his chest, almost coming to his pec. It was beautiful. There was no other way to put it. But then again, Brady was beautiful. Every inch of him was carved to perfection.

I couldn’t help but purr as my eyes remained transfixed on my latest obsession.

Brady lifted my chin to his face. He spoke against my lips—“Speed, agility, and energy.”

Three words that defined Brady in every way imaginable. I loved his tattoo and was itching to trace it with my tongue, to feel the muscles beneath. The first time we’d had sex, there was an urgency that hadn’t allowed us to take it slow, to remove all articles of clothing, but now. . . now I wanted a slow pursuit of him. And his tat.

“Purr for me again,” he commanded.

Clenching my thighs tighter and tighter, I did. I purred like a cat for him.

He bent down and lifted me into his arms, carrying me and all my pregnancy weight to the bed. He gently laid me down, cautious of my belly, then crawled across the bed and took my pregnancy pillow, that had always been between us, and flung it on the floor by the door. “I never could stand that fucking thing.”

I nodded and palmed his cock through his boxers. “I think it’s safe to say I definitely won’t be needing that anymore. Not when I have this.”

His eyes grew wide as I gave him a light squeeze. “Let’s not forget who’s in charge here, Allegra. I’m in charge,” he said and removed my palm, bringing it to his lips for a kiss.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Allegra

His eyes loweredto my stomach and my breath hitched. I wasn’t sure why, but every time he gave attention to my growing belly, I grew more turned on.

“I don’t want to hurt you or our baby,” he admitted.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You won’t.”

He nodded. That guarantee seemed to be all he needed to brace his arms on either side of me as he hovered over me, the mattress sinking under his weight. His gaze took in every inch of my body as though it was the first time he was seeing me. He leaned down and our mouths met in a slow, ravenous kiss. Against my lips, he asked, “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I answered earnestly, my breaths coming out ragged, my chest heaving as the seconds ticked by.

He broke out in a cocky smile filled with pride. “Good answer, but I need you to be more specific. What is it you really want, Allegra?”

Oof, the way he said my name like that, in such a sensual way. . . I bit down on my lower lip and batted my lashes. “Your cock. I want your cock, Brady.”

He growled, the low sound rumbling from deep in his chest. It was a growl of appreciation, I knew. “And you’ll get it.”

My eyes dropped to his boxers and if I didn’t already know he wanted me, I had all the confirmation I needed with the prominent erection straining against the thin fabric.

He must have caught me staring because his hand came down between us, and he ran his palm over his cock. “Don’tworry, Allegra, you’ll get this. But first, I need you to do something for me.”

Yes, yes! I’ll do anything if it means you’ll bury your cock deep inside me, as deep as it can go, as deep as I can take you.“What’s that?”

---