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)
We unpacked everything and went outside to explore. There was a screened-in gazebo if the bugs were bad, plus a fire pit and the large dock and boathouse. The water was deep and clear, ideal for swimming. A hot tub was positioned at the side of the house, surrounded by a cedar deck. I planned on sitting in the swirling water tonight with Sofia beside me.
Naked.
Sofia slipped her arm around my waist as we stood on the dock. I squeezed her close, enjoying the moment. She gazed at the vista in front of us, then turned and looked at the cottage. “It’s perfect,” she murmured. “It takes my breath away.”
I looked down at her, not bothering with the view. She was far more beautiful.
“Yes, it does.”
SOFIA
I felt his arm tighten around me, and I knew he wasn’t gazing at the water.
He was staring. At me.
The way he looked at me—the intensity and focus—made me feel beautiful. Sexy. Wanted. I also knew if I met his gaze what would happen next. He would kiss me. Swoop me into his arms, and in five minutes, we’d be back in the cabin, on that huge bed, naked. Our skin would rub together, and we would be lost to each other.
It took two seconds for me to decide that was fine with me.
I looked up at him, our gazes clashing. The intensity I was expecting was there. So was the focus, but there was also so much love and passion, it made my breath catch in my throat.
“Egan,” I whispered.
He smiled, lowering his head and capturing my mouth. “Sofia,” he breathed against my lips. He cradled my head, kissing me. It was slow, gentle, and filled with emotion. He explored my mouth as if he had never kissed me before, learning me all over again. I clung to his arms, whimpering, kissing him back. His scent surrounded me, caught in the warm breeze that swirled around us. He lifted his head, and I frowned, going up on my toes to follow his mouth.
He ran his thumb over my lips. “I was never big on kissing until you,” he confessed.
“Why?”
“It never felt as if it was part of the moment. It was simply a means to an end,” he said honestly.
“And now?
“The instant I saw you, I wanted to kiss you. Every time I do, it’s not enough. I want more. You have the sexiest mouth. I love the way your lips form words. The way they shape around my name. How you taste.” He caressed my lips again with his thumb, the callused tip stroking just inside my lower lip. “It means so much. I can’t explain it.”
“I like kissing you too.” I looped my arms around his neck. “I like doing other things with you, too.”
He lifted one eyebrow slowly. “Such as?”
“Take me upstairs and I’ll show you.”
“You don’t want to go for a swim?”
I blinked. “A swim?”
“The water is beautiful.”
“And cold.”
“It’s summer.”
“Late summer. Almost fall.”
He grinned, a mischievous look in his eyes. “I would warm you up after.”
I began to back up. “Egan, no!”
He grabbed me, sweeping me into his arms. I squealed, then relaxed as he turned to head up to the cabin. He’d only been teasing. Then he turned and headed straight for the end of the dock. I let out a yell as we hit the water, the cold lake surrounding us. I came up gasping. Egan grinned at me, treading water, looking amused.
“See? Beautiful.”
“It’s freezing!”
He laughed and tugged me close. He wrapped his arm around me, holding me. I felt the heat of his body soak into mine, even in the cool water. “I’m all wet,” I complained as I wrapped my legs around him. The cold actually felt nice. The jolt had woken me up fully and felt good on my skin.
“I’ll warm you up and get you wetter,” he promised, kissing me again, all the gentleness and lazy strokes of his tongue from earlier gone. He devoured me, pressing me tight to his chest. He pulled back, breathing harshly. “Now I’ll take you upstairs and fuck you.”
I grinned. “Maybe you’re the one who’s fucked.”
He frowned, but before he could figure it out, I used his body as leverage and lifted myself up, grabbing his head and dunking him. Laughing, I swam away, hearing him come up sputtering and cursing.
“Now you’re in trouble,” he said, heading my way.
I loved to swim, and I was good at it. Very good.
“Bring it on, Vulpe,” I called over my shoulder, swimming faster.
“I’m bringing it, Sofia,” he warned. “Hard.”
“Promises, promises.”
Then he caught my foot and pulled me toward him. I got away, squealing like a teenager. He laughed and came after me. I went under and came around behind him, climbing on his back. He bucked me off and caught me before I broke the surface. We splashed, chased, and dunked each other, laughing and carefree. The sun was warm, the water cool, and the heat between us was blistering and constant. We kissed between battles, and Egan licked at the water on my neck, latching on to the juncture and biting down, making me groan. I cupped his balls and stroked him, feeling his need. He pulled off my shirt, sucking my erect nipple between his lips, the heat of his mouth burning. Piece by piece, our clothing ended up thrown to the dock or sinking in the lake. Egan maneuvered us to the steps, and I grasped at the railings as he lifted my legs to his waist. He thrust forward, the snap of his hips fast and hard. He was cold. I was hot. We both gasped for different reasons. He wrapped an arm around me, anchoring me to him, and gripped the wooden rail with his other hand. He began to move. Hard, short, wild thrusts. He devoured my mouth. He groaned low in his chest. Grunted. Breathed his oxygen into me and took mine. I began to shake, my orgasm coming quickly. He hissed his approval as I milked him, and he grabbed my ass, holding me close as he spasmed, the heat of his release filling me. He stilled, freeing my mouth and easing back. He pressed three kisses to my lips, his touch light and affectionate, then he dropped his head to my shoulder, a final long shudder of pleasure rippling down his spine.