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)
“Hello, iubirea mea. You are awake.” He looked pleased. “You slept well.”
I cleared my throat. “Yes, I did. What does that mean—those words you say in Romanian? I know it’s not friend.”
His eyes crinkled, and he shook his head. “No. It means ‘my love.’”
“I see. You’ve been calling me that for months.”
“You have been that for even longer,” he said quietly, pulling off his glasses, meeting my gaze. His eyes were dark and intense. “I began to worry I would never be able to tell you how I felt. But I hope we are past that now.” A smile broke out on his face. “I mean, you are in my bed.”
“I was sleeping.”
He tilted his head, studying me. “And now, you are awake,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy.
We stared at each other, something hot and powerful building between us. I didn’t know who moved first, but suddenly I was under Egan, his weight pressing me into the mattress. Our eyes locked. “You’re naked,” I whispered.
“I always sleep in the nude.” He lowered his head, rubbing his chin across my breasts. “You’re in my shirt.”
My nipples tightened at the sensation of his caress. Still holding my eyes, he opened his lips and sucked one through the thin cotton. I gasped at the feel of his mouth and teeth, the suction. I felt it everywhere. He moved to the other nipple, and I groaned, sliding my hand into his hair.
“You like that, my Sofia? You like my mouth on you?”
I whimpered as he pushed up the shirt, dropping wet, open-mouthed kisses to my stomach, tracing his tongue along my rib cage and returning to my breasts. The feel of his mouth on me was intense. Wicked.
I wanted more. I wanted to feel him everywhere.
He sat up, taking me with him. The shirt was pulled over my head. My underwear disappeared, and he laid me back down, hovering over me, his gaze raking up and down my body.
“Tell me you want this, Sofia. Or tell me to leave. But tell me now.”
“Stay,” I pleaded. “But I haven’t brushed—”
He cut me off, grabbing a pack of breath mints and slipping one on my tongue and then his. “All right?”
Before I could answer, his mouth was on mine. The strong mint flavor gave way to his taste. Egan. I knew I wanted to taste him the rest of my life. I flung my arms around his neck, and we kissed endlessly. Long, deep, passionate kisses. Soft, gentle brushes of our mouths. Soul-wrenching, carnal kisses, so hot I was certain I would melt. I traced over the muscles of his back, marveling at the strength under my fingers. I gripped his biceps, clutched at his neck, ran my toes up and down his legs.
He licked my skin, sucked at my nipples until they were red and swollen from his teeth and mouth. He traced his tongue up my legs, kissing behind my knees, running his mouth between my hip bones, touching me everywhere except where I wanted him the most.
“Stop teasing,” I begged.
He slipped his hand between my legs, his caress gentle. He groaned at the wetness he found. He explored me, teasing my clit, making my back arch as he went deeper, sliding one, then two fingers inside me. His erection nudged at me, and I wrapped my hand around him, stroking, wanting to give him the same pleasure from my touch as he was giving me. He was hot and heavy in my hand, the perfect size, length, and girth with a slight curve to the end of his cock. He was going to be amazing inside me.
I cried out as he circled my clit—small, tight loops that made me whimper.
“Please, Egan,” I begged. “Please.”
He hovered over me. “There has been no one since I met you. No one.”
“I’m clean,” I replied, pulling him closer. “I want to feel you.”
He slid in slowly. Inch by glorious inch, I felt him stretch and fill me until we were flush. His curve rubbed against my G-spot, making me groan in anticipation. He stilled, meeting my eyes, the moment overwhelming for us both.
“No going back, Sofia. You are mine.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yours. Please. Now, Egan. Move now.”
With a low growl, he did. Lifting my leg over his shoulder, he settled even deeper. He began to thrust, his movements powerful and claiming. My orgasm came fast, detonating with no warning, forcing a long cry to escape my mouth. Egan covered my lips with his, riding out my pleasure. He tossed my other leg over his shoulder, rising up on his knees.
“More, Sofia. You are going to give me more. I have waited for you, for this. I want it all.”
He drove into me relentlessly. He slid his hand between us, playing with my clit. He groaned and hissed. Muttered in Romanian. Cursed in English. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Our skin slid together. The bed creaked. I gripped his sheets, trying to hold myself in place. He let one leg fall, and he leaned forward, gripping the headboard and changing the angle. His face was a study in contrasts. Intense. Focused. Ripples of pleasure making his lips curl. His gaze never left mine as my eyes widened and I gripped him. “Egan!”