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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!”

“Yes, my love. Give it to me.”

I exploded again, locking down. I pulsed around his cock, my muscles clenching him as he gasped and shut his eyes, his orgasm washing over him. He called out my name, fisting my hair and bending low to kiss me. I felt his pleasure in the warmth of his mouth. Tasted his ecstasy. Reveled in my own. Until our bodies had to stop and he lifted his head. Our eyes met again, mine sated, his seeking. He slowly disengaged from me and pulled me into his arms as we lay on the mattress, our breathing ragged and loud. He pressed innumerable kisses to my face and head, murmuring quiet words in between them.

He lifted my face to his and kissed me. “Are you all right, my love?”

“I’m good. Sleepy.” I frowned. “Hungry.”

“Go back to sleep. I cook for you after.”

“Hmm,” I replied, already slipping away. “So good, Egan. We were so good.”

I felt the press of his mouth to my head.

“I know.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Egan