Page 21 of The Specialist

“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.”

I smiled. “Yes. Just Egan and Sofia.”

He bent and kissed me. “Perfect.”

* * *

EGAN

We ordered a pizza and sat on her sofa, eating the simple dinner and sipping wine. She put her flowers in a vase, touching the petals softly. “I haven’t been given flowers in a very long time,” she admitted. “I love how they smell.”

I decided to buy her fresh ones every week so she would have the scent of them around her all the time.

After we ate, I gave her the painting. She opened it, setting it on the chair and stepping back, studying it.

“It’s erotic and yet so unintentionally soft,” she whispered. “Look how he is holding her. Like he is ready to defend her.” She tilted her head, quiet for a few moments. “Her warrior.” Her gaze met mine. “Like you.”

“Me?” I asked, surprised at her words.

“You look at me as if you would slay the world for me.”

“I would. Nothing will harm you. I will not allow it.”

“Mio guerriero,” she whispered. “My warrior.”