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 pressed a kiss to his skin. “Hush, just sleep, Egan.”
“I have things to say.”
“Later.”
I felt for the extra blanket, glad I could reach it. I flung it over us and curled into his side. He fell asleep almost instantly. I lifted my head, studying him. The frown was absent, his forehead unlined. A low, snoring noise escaped his lips on occasion.
I smirked as I settled into his embrace. I wanted him relaxed and asleep.
I did my job well.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sofia
I woke up, the scent of coffee heavy in the air. I sat up, not surprised to see the other side of the bed empty. I ran my hands over the mattress. It was still slightly warm, and I could see the indentation from Egan’s body. He hadn’t been awake long. A look at my phone told me it was just after noon. He had slept with me for a long time.
I slipped from the bed and went to the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth, I looked over Egan’s artwork on my body. Scruff marks were on my neck and stomach. A few on my thighs. My lips were still swollen from his possession earlier, and I had other love bites scattered everywhere on my body. Luckily, most in places I could cover up. The largest ones were on my thighs, and I shivered as I recalled the words he’d said as he marked me.
“Everything between these two marks is mine.”
I had never been a woman who swooned over a possessive caveman. I always considered myself an independent woman, needing nothing from a man. Having lost the two men in my life who mattered romantically, I had done everything on my own, learning as I went. Refusing to rely on someone else for anything. And the few men I dated had been nice. Polite. Decent in bed, although I never felt satisfied.
I had nothing but satisfaction from Egan. Wild, unbridled satisfaction. He was an incredible lover. Giving, passionate, controlling, yet he gave me more freedom than I had ever experienced before. He encouraged my sexuality, loved it when I talked dirty, and always put me first. His body was spectacular, and he let me explore to my heart’s content. I loved the way he explored me as well.
I shook my head, picking up his discarded T-shirt and pulling it on. He loved seeing me in his clothes, and I had to admit wearing them made me feel sexy.
I padded down the hall, stopping at the entrance to the living room. Egan stood, coffee cup in hand, staring out the window. He was frowning, seemingly deep in thought. He rubbed at his temples, then paused, turning his head. Our eyes met across the room, and his frown disappeared. His warm, sexy smile—the one only I ever saw—curled his lips. He held out his hand, beckoning me.
“Sofia,” he murmured.
I went forward, letting him take my hand and pull me close. He pressed his coffee cup to my lips, and I took a sip of the fragrant brew.
“Mmm,” I murmured. “Delicious.”
He set down the cup, embracing me. For a moment, I basked in his warmth. The solid feel of his body aligning with mine. He murmured my name, and I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. He looked despondent, worried. Before I could ask him, he covered my mouth with his and kissed me. Long, slow, and profound. I felt his love, his worry and fear. I felt the way he pulled me closer as if to mold me to him, for our skin to meld together so we were one.
Then I tasted his fear. The salt of his worry ran down his face, and I pulled back, cupping his cheeks. “Egan, what is it?”
He met my gaze, his tortured and sad. “I think we should stop seeing each other.”
He led me to the sofa, sitting beside me, my hands clasped in his.
“What nonsense is this?” I asked. “You’ve chased me for years, and now you want to break up?” I didn’t believe him for a moment.
He told me what had happened last night. Seeing Alex. Knowing that somehow he was being tracked.
“Damien and I cannot figure it out. I don’t think they know about you, but I cannot take the chance. I cannot risk you, my Sofia. I would rather you be safe without me than in danger with me.” He gripped my hands tighter. “You should go away. Go to Damien until this is done.”
“No.”
He lifted his eyebrows. “Sofia—”
I interrupted him. “I’m not leaving you, Egan. You want to live two separate lives outside this building? I understand that. No dates out, no more hospital drop-bys. No driving me to work. But when we’re here, we’re safe, right? Damien told me this place was locked down and any sort of scanning or listening device wouldn’t work. Right?”