Page 21 of My Orc in Uniform

Only then did I gently grasp her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tipping her head back to meet my eyes. “I meant every word, Rissa.”

Even the part aboutforeverI didn’t say.

I felt her touch my hips gently, then her fingers gripped my shirt, as if she was trying to hold on. “Simbel, I know I’m older, I’m not the prettiest, I’m definitely not as outgoing as Kelly—”

“Hey,” I interrupted, giving her chin a little shake. “I’m not going to stand for you insulting yourself. You’re beautiful, you’re fun, you’refunny, and I really enjoy spending time with you.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Rissa,” I interrupted, dropping my chin and my voice. “Do I have to spell it out for you? Ilike you. And not just for your personality.” I flexed my hips forward, so my cock—doing a valiant effort to break the fly of my jeans—brushed against her. “You’re everything I ever wanted in a female.”

Her eyes had widened. “Me?” she breathed.

I was simultaneously charmed at her innocence and angered that no male had ever told her how desirable she was.

“You’re all I can think about.” My fingers moved from her chin to her jaw, then her throat, then I cupped the back of her neck. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you since our date.” The pad of my thumb brushed over her cheek. “I’m thinking about it right now. I want to kiss you, Rissa.”

“I want that too,” she whispered, her cheeks pink.

So I obliged.

I lowered my lips to hers, gently, slowly. This kiss was exploratory, me showing her what she meant to me. Which was strange because I was still coming to grips with these feelings.

Rissa wasn’t just someone I was dating, just someone I was kissing. I cared for her. I caredabouther. I wanted to be with her.

Fuck. Maybe my brother had been right.

With a growl in my chest, I pulled her closer and deepened my kiss. My tongue probed, and with a little whimper, her hold on me tightened, and she met me eagerly.

Time seemed to blur. All I couldthink feel smell knowwas Rissa in my arms. Rissa, kissing me back.

My lips moved across her skin, murmuring little words of praise, and my hand slid down her arm and up under her sweater. “Please?” I asked, my palm spreading across her skin.

Instead of answering, Rissa arched her back, thrusting her breast into my hand, and we both groaned at the perfection of it.

I continued to caress her skin with my lips as I fondled her through her bra. Gods below, how could something so simple be so arousing? I could feel her nipple pebbling through the silk, and at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to yank it down, to press my lipsthere, to love her.

No, that’s not exactly true. What I wanted more than anything was to taste the sweet scent of her arousal that was cocooning us. Unable to resist, my hand left her neck, and I dropped it to her hip, then lower. As she ground her pelvis against my erection, seeking pressure and release, I cupped her ass, my fingers slowly dragging her skirt upward.

“Rissa,” I gasped, straightening just enough to meet her eyes, promising her the world with my gaze. “Can I—Can I touch you?” My fingers had stilled against her breast, but I was still tugging her skirt up. I saw her shiver as the spring evening air caressed her legs.

Please.

I wanted to add, but I didn’t want her to agree if this wasn’t what she wanted.

I shouldn’t have worried. With a desperate little gasp, she thrust herself toward me, pulling my lips down toward hers. “If you don’t,” she murmured against my mouth, “I’ll never forgive you.”

My lips curled, and I yanked her skirt up far enough so I could slip my hand under. As I rolled her nipple betweenmy thumb and forefinger, feeling her shudder with need, I moved my hand between her legs, cupping the soaked cotton of her underwear.

“Rissa,” I groaned happily. “Gods of the ancestors.”

“I’m sorry,” she panted, pulling me closer. “I—”

“You’re so wet.” I slid my finger along her seam. “Gods, so wet. I want to touch you.”

“Please,” she groaned, grinding against me.

I pushed aside her underwear and dragged my finger along her cleft. We both shuddered at the sensation. I wanted to push into her, to claim her, to make her mine.

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