There Are No Words (The Morelli Sisters #3)

Chapter One

Allegra

six weeks ago

This was a terrible idea.

A horrible, no-good idea.

Yet it felt so right.

So incredibly right.

You see, it had been weeks in the making.

I only wished we’d move things along, but I could see the gears in his head spinning, turning, like he wasn’t sure. Well, guess what? I was sure enough for the both of us.

Then, finally, he said, “You.”

Kiss.

“Had.”

Kiss.

“Too much.”

Kiss.

“To drink.” He backed me up against the desk in his office and pulled me close. Closer.

Had I come to his pub, The Black Sheep, and sat at the bar, watching my male roommate (read: sinfully hot male roommate) serve drinks while I’d nursed a sherry cobbler for the better part of an hour? Had I worn my sexiest outfit that was perhaps a little too short, too tight, and hugged me in all the right places? Sure, but I knew what I was doing. Hell, I’d come here with the very intention of doing exactly that. If anything, I should’ve had more to drink, but I knew I didn’t need liquid courage. No, I only needed one thing tonight. And his name started with “B” and ended with “rady.” You better believe I was going to get him.

Wait. Let me back up and explain how we got here .

When there had been a lull at the bar (it was nearing closing time), I’d gotten up and walked myself behind the bar, straight back here, my eyes on Brady the whole time. When he’d caught my gaze, I’d only said, “Office. Now,” and had called him over with my finger.

Following, Brady had locked eyes with me. When he’d finally entered the dark space, I’d run my finger down his chest. His rock. Hard. Chest.

Which had brought us to this exact moment.

I was staring into his eyes, daring him to give in to the temptation we both felt. With a shake of my head, I pulled back so it was clear, so he had no doubts. “I’m not drunk.”

The gears finally seemed to have slowed. Whatever he was wrestling with coming to an end. He suddenly grabbed my wrist.

I froze. My heart was pounding so wildly it was all I could do to see straight. His facial expression changed, the shock wearing off and, in its place, pure lust forming. He yanked me closer to him. “Fuck it!” he said, slamming his mouth onto mine.

Brady kissed me. Like really kissed me.

But I was intent on more. I needed more. We’d been playing this little game for far too long, pretending we were nothing more than roommates. That there was nothing palpable between us. We both knew otherwise.

It was like he was starving, and my lips were the only food he’d had in days, my mouth the source of all nutrients. Hungrily, he pulled my lower lip between his teeth and into his mouth, sucking on it.

A low groan sounded in the back of my throat, but if I could have put words to that groan it would have gone a little something like this: yesss, never stop. In fact, you should make how-to videos so everyone can be kissed like this . I was rewarded with a deep growl from Brady as he pulled my hair, changing the angle, granting him better access to deepen the kiss. I kissed him back just as hard. It must have been exactly what he needed to not only claim my tongue but entwine mine with his so expertly that I thought I was going to pass out.

This wasn’t just a kiss. Brady was all out devouring me, and damn if I didn’t want him to ever stop. I didn’t care if I ever got oxygen in my lungs again, didn’t care if I went just like this—with Brady cradling my head as I pressed my body forward, hoping to feel all of him against me as he continued to bite and suck, and damn he was hard. I’d never experienced a kiss like this. It was needy and desperate but also passionate and sweet. As his tongue practically reached the back of my throat, I decided I was wrong—this kiss was feral. No two ways about it.

“You want me to take it slow with you, Allegra?” he rasped, dragging himself from my lips much to my dismay.

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 us to 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?