Page 20 of The Specialist

I spent the day relaxing and doing a few errands. I video-called Damien and talked to him, confessing that Egan and I were closer. I didn’t go into details, but he knew what I meant. He was pleased, telling me I couldn’t do better than Egan.

“He’s been crazy about you for a long time, Sofia,” he said. “His patience has been astonishing.”

“His past, his future, still worries me,” I confessed. “But he’s right. People can die for lots of reasons. Refusing to love him on a what-if is wrong. And he is pretty awesome.”

Damien chuckled. “He thinks you’re perfect.”

“I’m hardly that.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll tell him lots of stories, so he knows.”

I rolled my eyes. Damien grinned. “Come for a visit here. It’s so beautiful.”

“I’ll talk to Egan about it. How’s Raven?”

“She’s great. And Missy has recovered so well. I know she’d love to see you.”

I nodded thoughtfully. After what Missy had been through, she deserved to be in a place that made her happy and with a man like Marcus. I knew he adored her and would ensure her safety and happiness. And Raven and Damien made an awesome couple. So did Julian and Tally. I didn’t know Matteo and Evie as well, but the rare times I had met them, they’d seemed lovely. Egan had mentioned the island more than once. I had to admit, the idea of sun, sand, and a quiet place to relax and spend time with Egan was tempting.

“I’ll talk to him, and we’ll see if we can plan something.”

“Great. I’d love to see you, my favorite cousin.”

I laughed. “Your only cousin.”

He shrugged. “Still favorite.”

We chatted a few moments more, then said goodbye.

I heard the elevator, and I went to the door, knowing it would be Egan. I would have to ask him his thoughts on a trip. I had a feeling I already knew the answer.

I opened my door before Egan could knock. My breath caught at the sight of him. Egan everyday was handsome and sexy.

Egan in a suit was devastating. Suave, sleek. His jacket fit his broad shoulders and tapered waistline to perfection. He had loosened his tie, the top two buttons of his shirt open. I wanted to tuck my finger into the gap and pull. Tear open the shirt and expose the taut muscles it hid. Listen as the buttons hit the floor, then peel off his jacket and shirt and rub my chest against his.

I blinked at the idea. I had a feeling Egan wouldn’t object in the least.

As if he knew what I was thinking, he set down the flowers and package he was carrying and yanked me into his arms. He covered my mouth with his, pushing his tongue in and stroking it along mine. He slipped his hands under the shirt I wore, spreading them wide across my back, pressing his fingers into my skin. He groaned low in his chest as he deepened the kiss. I clung to his shoulders, caught up in a vortex of emotion. Passion flared, and I gripped him harder, whimpering. I registered the sound of my door closing as he kicked it shut. He moved his hands lower, hoisting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he slid me onto the kitchen counter, his mouth never leaving mine. His erection pressed into me, and I flexed my hips, grinding against him. He groaned again, easing back from my mouth and dropping his head to my neck. His ragged breath was hot on my skin.

I traced my fingers over the back of his neck. “How was your day, dear?”

He looked up, his green eyes even darker than usual and intense. “Not as good as the next few moments are going to be.”

I lifted my eyebrows. “Few moments? Egan,” I teased, “I expected far more stamina from you.”

“You will have no complaints.”

Then he covered my mouth with his again and carried me down the hall. In my room, he set me on my feet, tugging my shirt over my head. I pushed his jacket off his shoulders, pulling at his buttons. A couple popped off in my haste, and Egan gripped the sides of the shirt, tearing it open and peeling it off his body.

“Jesus,” I whispered. “It’s like the Hulk.”

He laughed, and in seconds, my wish of feeling his bare skin on mine came true. His chest hair rubbed on my nipples, the abrasion on my skin making me shiver. We fell onto the bed, kissing and touching. One moment I was under him, the next on top. His hands were everywhere, exploring and leaving a trail of fire wherever they landed. I pushed up on his chest, looking down at him. He gazed back at me, his adoration blazing. “I have been thinking about you all day, my Sofia.”

“Thinking about this?” I asked as I shifted, lifting myself and grasping his rigid cock. I kept my eyes locked on his as I guided him in, sinking down on his massive erection, feeling him fill me perfectly. He grunted in satisfaction, holding my hips.

“How beautiful you are,” he murmured. “Taking my cock. Ride me, my love. Take what you need.”

I began to move, the sensation of him overwhelming. The curve to his cock hit me right where I needed it. He was thick and hard and fit inside me so well. He rolled his hips in time with mine, and soon, we were moving rapidly. He pulled and pinched at my nipples, gripped my hips, slid his hand between us, toying with my clit. I arched my back, crying out. I reached behind me, playing with his balls, stroking his sac. He cursed and muttered, sweat breaking out on his skin. We moved together faster.