Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I traced my fingers over the back of his neck. “How was your day, dear?”
He looked up, his green eyes even darker than usual and intense. “Not as good as the next few moments are going to be.”
I lifted my eyebrows. “Few moments? Egan,” I teased, “I expected far more stamina from you.”
“You will have no complaints.”
Then he covered my mouth with his again and carried me down the hall. In my room, he set me on my feet, tugging my shirt over my head. I pushed his jacket off his shoulders, pulling at his buttons. A couple popped off in my haste, and Egan gripped the sides of the shirt, tearing it open and peeling it off his body.
“Jesus,” I whispered. “It’s like the Hulk.”
He laughed, and in seconds, my wish of feeling his bare skin on mine came true. His chest hair rubbed on my nipples, the abrasion on my skin making me shiver. We fell onto the bed, kissing and touching. One moment I was under him, the next on top. His hands were everywhere, exploring and leaving a trail of fire wherever they landed. I pushed up on his chest, looking down at him. He gazed back at me, his adoration blazing. “I have been thinking about you all day, my Sofia.”
“Thinking about this?” I asked as I shifted, lifting myself and grasping his rigid cock. I kept my eyes locked on his as I guided him in, sinking down on his massive erection, feeling him fill me perfectly. He grunted in satisfaction, holding my hips.
“How beautiful you are,” he murmured. “Taking my cock. Ride me, my love. Take what you need.”
I began to move, the sensation of him overwhelming. The curve to his cock hit me right where I needed it. He was thick and hard and fit inside me so well. He rolled his hips in time with mine, and soon, we were moving rapidly. He pulled and pinched at my nipples, gripped my hips, slid his hand between us, toying with my clit. I arched my back, crying out. I reached behind me, playing with his balls, stroking his sac. He cursed and muttered, sweat breaking out on his skin. We moved together faster.
“Egan,” I pleaded. “I need more.”
He sat up, covering my mouth with his as he drove deeper inside me, the angle changing. Our chests rubbed together. He surrounded me. His tongue tangled with mine. He gripped my ass, stroking and cupping the cheeks, sliding his finger sensuously around the puckered hole. He used my wetness to slide in one long finger, and my body locked down around him. My orgasm was hard and fast, skyrocketing me into oblivion. I cried out, letting my head fall back as Egan used his teeth and tongue on my neck and shoulders. He kept moving, drawing out my orgasm, gasping as his own hit him. He buried his face into my neck, breathing my name, thrusting and claiming me until he was spent. Until our bodies stopped moving from exhaustion.
Then he slowly lowered us to the mattress, his arms still holding me like a vise. He pressed endless kisses to my head, stroking up and down my back in long, gentle passes.
I looked up, meeting his warm gaze. “So, hello.”
He grinned. “I would like you to greet me that way every day, please.”
I had to laugh. “So polite.”
He rolled us, slipping from my body and hovering over me. “I have waited so long to have you, Sofia. This is like a dream.”
I cupped his face. “Was it worth the wait?” I asked quietly.
He trailed a finger down my cheek. “Every moment. I would wait a lifetime for you.”
I smiled. “No more waiting, Egan.”
He gathered me in his arms. “I was worried you would have regrets today. Want to talk,” he admitted. “Want to take a step back.”
“You know me well. I was overthinking this morning. I called Damien, and he told me he thought we belonged together.”
“We do,” he agreed. “I believe we are soul mates.”
With a sigh, I snuggled into his warmth. He pressed a kiss to my head. “I like you like this, iubirea mea.”
“Like what?”
“Relaxed. Soft.” He paused as if searching for a word. “Vulnerable. I like you like this with me.”
I lifted my head. “I can’t be that way in the outside world. As a doctor, I have to be strong. For myself. My patients. With only Damien for family and support, I had to learn to rely on myself. Be strong.” I traced a finger over his chest, tickling the smattering of wiry hair. Then I pressed a kiss to it. “With you, when it’s us, I can let my guard down. Just be Sofia.”
He lifted my chin. “My Sofia,” he said softly. “I like this is ours. Just Egan and Sofia.”