Chapter Twenty-One
Allegra
Don’t mind me. I was just going to pat myself on the back for fighting the undeniable chemistry practically sizzling between me and Brady since day one. Minus our one-night stand, of course.
I didn’t think you understood how much self-control I had to have around this man. He was everything I wanted in a man and then some.
And sure, my tarot card reading seemed to suggest that my future was bright with new beginnings and deep connections, but could you blame a girl for being nervous? I didn’t have the best track record with men. That was why I was single. And that was why I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.
So yes, let’s face facts, I was willing to be open-minded, but I was also chickenshit.
Which was why I decided to speak a language we both understood.
I grabbed my jar of nipple butter off the nightstand next to me. Peering over at Brady from the corner of my eye, I slowly opened it. He was busy doing something on his phone, and I wondered just how long that would last once I did what I was about to do.
I set the jar down on the bed and brought my hand to my shoulder, casually dropping one strap of my lingerie, then the other. I picked up the jar and dipped two fingers inside, rolling the butter between my fingers before bringing it to a nipple.
At the cold sensation, I gasped lightly and turned to Brady, smiling innocently.
His eyes were fixed on mine, his jaw clenched, but I could tell it was taking a lot of restraint for him not to look down.
I needed to up the ante, so I arched my back and moved my fingers in larger circles over my areola and down, around my under-boob, lifting it up so my perky nipple was erect.
“What are you doing, Allegra?” he finally asked through gritted teeth.
Still smiling, I turned to face him and decided to work both breasts at the same time. “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen breasts before.”
“Not yours,” he returned, eyes narrowed.
Touché. But whose fault is that? “Now you have. Like what you see?”
He growled but said nothing.
“You can touch them if you want,” I offered, turning and intentionally brushing one breast against his arm, my other hand still applying butter to the other.
Growling again, he looked down. It was so obvious he wanted to reach out and touch it. Maybe even do more with it (I only hoped), but he didn’t make a move. Frozen in place, he only warned, “Allegra.”
I loved when he said my name. The way he said it with such need.
* * *
Brady
I couldn’t believe she’d do this to me. She had to have known what she was doing. But she also knew where I stood on the topic—I wasn’t giving an inch until she gave me what I wanted.
Then she had to go and practically beg me to touch her tits. As if that’d be enough.
I mean, they were bigger than ever thanks to this pregnancy, and I was barely keeping it together. I wanted those tits. Had to have them. I mean, I was a tits man right down to my very core.
But a touch?
No.
I wanted them in my mouth, biting one and catching her nipple in my teeth.
To have them pressed up against my chest as I rocked into her.
I wanted to watch them bob up and down as I slammed into her.
Or for her to ride me, letting them sway with the motion. I’d grab one with my hand, greedily rolling her nipple in between my fingers.
I wanted to take her from behind, pull her by her hair and watch her eyes as they rolled back in her head. Then knead one of those glorious tits with my hand—better yet, I wanted to pinch her nipple—all while my other hand stroked her clit to really make her explode.
Yeah, there was no way a simple touch was going to suffice.
Not with those beauties. Hell, they were even better than I’d imagined.
But they were right there. On full display. And she looked so pleased with herself for finding my weakness as her hands worked her tits. Fuck, I should have been the one working them.
That was it, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I reached across the bed—over that fucking pregnancy penis—and picked up the jar of cream she was using (slathering all over herself) and dug my fingers in.
I climbed over her (although, I wished like hell it was for another reason) and inhaled deeply.
“Let me,” I commanded and watched as her hands fell away and she arched her back again, as if giving them over to me.
We were headed into dangerous territory, but I knew I could love on these tits of hers better than even she could.
Greedily, I took both in my hands and squeezed. Hard. They felt magnificent.
I massaged the shit around her tits, coming to let them rest in my palms, the weight of them alone making me hard. The way they spilled from my palms, I could only imagine what it’d be like to pop one in my mouth and suck like my life depended on it.
“The nipples, Brady,” Allegra finally said, breaking me from my reverie as I held her tits.
I grinned. Ah, the nipples.
Hers were so hard, so pink.
I flicked one with my fingers while rolling the other between my fingers. They became more taut with each contact.
Bending my head, I pushed her tits together and opened my mouth wide. I took both between my lips at the same time and sucked. And nipped. And bit.
She threw her head back and moaned in pleasure as I released them but still kept my hands on them. I liked them pushed together, so much so that I wanted to—
I bent down and rubbed my face in between them, burying my head there for a second before nipping at her skin with my teeth.
“You have the best tits,” I admitted when I came out again.
Allegra smiled. “They match my pussy,” she returned and let her gaze fall down between our legs.
That I already knew, but if she was looking for more here, it wasn’t happening. I wasn’t a man who just said shit without standing behind it. So, when I’d told her I wanted to be with her, all or nothing, I meant it.
And while it might kill me, I could resist her.
Maybe.
A little.
Okay, her breasts didn’t count.
When she pouted, I realized her lips might not have counted either.
Giving her tits one last squeeze and pushing them from side to side to watch them sway, I braced my palms on either side of the headboard behind her. I pushed my knees into the mattress, careful to watch for her belly.
Allegra finally brought her hands up from her sides again, this time locking them around my neck. “Brady,” she breathed hot against my chest.
I brushed her lips up with mine so she was looking up at me. Those lips of hers. . . fuck, how I wanted to kiss them, to lick them, to bite them until she cried out my name.
But it wasn’t a good idea.
She was just experiencing raging hormones from the pregnancy.
She’d regret it later. While I hated her stance, she’d made herself clear. She wasn’t ready to give me what I wanted.
I shook my head and pushed, unlatching her fingers from my neck. “I’m sorry Allegra. I should get a goddamn award but no. I told you, I want you.”
Looking down, Allegra shook her head, too. “You don’t understand. I know. I heard you.”
“Then you also heard that I won’t do this unless it’s on my terms.” I climbed off of her and stood up beside the bed.
* * *
Allegra
Sorry, but I wasn’t going to just let Brady walk away. I pushed the straps of my nightie back up and slipped from the bed, too, walking to meet him.
“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.