Page 7 of Fake Dating an Orc Cowboy

“Rosey?” Her sharp gaze fell on me. “Is she your girlfriend? I thought she was your mom.”

I was going to rearrange her nose. Sputtering, I opened my mouth to slam her but—

“I’d appreciate it if you could ensuremy wifeis seated beside me,” he said.

Wife?

He turned me to face him and cupped my cheeks sweetly in his big hands. “Rosey and I are going to Cancun for our moon of the honey, and I can’t wait to taste all this lovely woman has to offer.”

Moon of the honey?

Wife?!

My eyes widened as he curled toward me, and when he gently claimed my mouth with his own, I stood in place, stunned at first.

Then the warmth radiating from his body engulfed me, drawing me into his spell. My hands, as if possessed, found their way to his shoulders, and I tugged him nearer. A bolt of lightning shot through me, and I instinctively leaped to wrap my legs around his waist, my feet dangling above the ground. Sturdy, he didn’t even shift from the gesture.

His mouth still locked on mine, he turned and settled me on the edge of the airline counter. The cool surface beneath me contrasted nicely with the heat of his body pressing into mine. As he deepened our kiss, his tongue grazed my lips, coaxing them apart. I opened to him, welcoming the thrill that came with this male alone. Each caress ignited something deep within me, a part of me that had just come alive and was kicking, hungry for more.

His kiss grew more insistent. My senses exploded with the taste of him—his breath warm and sweet, mixed with traces of the tea he'd had earlier. I was utterly lost in this moment, drowning in the way he held me, the world around us fading to nothing. It was just us, and the tension of the last six months evaporated like morning mist in bright sunshine.

His every touch sent ripples through my body. His fingers ran along the sides of my thighs, curling in toward the center where I craved him in a way I’d never wanted anyone else before.

Everything was perfect until a sharp hoot rang out, and I realized someone was insistently tapping my shoulder and grunting.

Ostor lifted his head. His gaze sunk into mine, his swirling with heat.

“Well, hello there,” I croaked. “Nice to meet you, Ostor.”

“You will be mine,” he growled.

I could get into his possessive tone of voice, the way his hands still held my ass, and the way my lips throbbed.

“Excuse me,” Beverly cried. “Excuse me! You can’t do that here. Go . . . I don’t know where, butplease. There are children present.”

Oh, yeah, we were at the airport and everyone in the vicinity must be watching.

“You go, girl,” a woman called out from nearby.

“Hot,” someone else shouted.

“Please, Sir,” Beverly snarled. “You’ve proven your point.”

That I belonged to him? I wasn’t sure what I felt about his comment, but if the full package came with his kisses, I wasn’t opposed to seeing where this went next.

With a smile holding a hint of alpha satisfaction that made me want to cuddle against him, he spanned my waist with his big hands and lifted me off the counter. Turning me, he wrapped hisarm around my shoulders and tugged me against his rock-hard body.

“Rosey is not my mother,” he told Beverly gravely.

“Yes, I can see that.”

“Apologize to my wife,” he added.

My breath caught. “Oh, I—”

“I mean it.” His steely voice was sharp enough to slice through metal. “You insulted her. Scorned her and I’m tempted to lob off your head and mount it on a post.”

Beverly gaped at him, saying nothing.

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