Page 11 of My Orc Pen Pal

“Rosemary?” he murmured.

And I decided I needed to be brave. I needed to grab my chance.Now.

“I don’t really want to watch a movie, Akhmim,” I announced, tossing the remote to the floor and shifting to face him directly.

“Oh?” One of his brows twitched. “What do you want to do?”

I planted one of my hands on his shoulder and leaned closer, trying to be as serious as possible. “I want to kiss you.”

I saw something flare in his dark eyes, but his expression stayed neutral as he studied me. Finally, his lids lowered just slightly, and he said, “Yes.”

Justyes.

As if granting me a favor.

It was more than enough.

With a noise that probably sounded like an animal—maybe a wounded, sick animal—I surged upward, wrapping my arms around his neck and settling my lips atop his. His hands rested on my waist, and dimly, I realized he was resettling me into his lap, my thigh pressing against a hard length in his trousers.

But I couldn’t really focus on that because I was too busy focusing on this kiss.

This kiss!

Holy crap, this kiss.

Turns out that tusks? They don’t get in the way nearly as much as you’d think. Not that I’dthoughtbeforehand, not really. I’d just thrown myself at Akhmim, and honestly…worth it.

His lips were bigger than mine, but that just meant mine fit perfectly between his tusks, as if they’d been made to go there. And when he opened his mouth, and his tongue teased along my upper lip, I gasped in excitement.

Ridges! His tongue had ridges!

Maybe I groaned and wriggled against him, because he suddenly lifted me upward, until I was bent over him, his lips never leaving mine. But I was able to kick my skirts out of the way and straddle his thighs, settling back on his lap with my hands clasping his cheeks.

His fingers encircled one of my wrists, and he pulled that hand away from his face in order to kiss the inside of my forearm. Um…what? I mean, I’m no biologist, but was the inner elbowsupposedto be an erogenous zone?

I shuddered and pressed forward.

When he kissed my bare shoulder, I tipped my head to the left to allow him access, rocking my hips, trying to capture the pressure I needed on my core.

In his trousers, his cock was a huge bulge, and my mouth was watering at the thought of stroking it—strokinghim. My panties were wet, and I was likely leaving a mark on his thighs, but I couldn’t care, because one of his large hands rose to cup my breast through the fabric of my dress, and I whimpered and arched into his hold.

“Please, Akhmim.”

Part of me, the part of me that was tapping her foot with her arms crossed in the doorway while she frowned judgmentally, whispered,You just met him.

The other, rather louder part of me, had popped some popcorn and was screaming,Let’s go! Let’s go! Get some! You deserve this, girl!

You know what?

Iwasgoing to get some. Akhmim was hot, and I was comfortable with him, and Iwasgoing to do this.

Determinedly, I wiggled around and reached for the zipper under my arm, which released the whole bodice of the dress. He made a little noise of approval and slid his hand into my strapless bra and lifted out my breasts, one after the other.

He stared down at them for a few heartbeats, and just when I was going to ask him if everything was normal—did one nipple suddenly look bigger than the other or something?—he lowered his mouth to one.

Oh.

“Akhmim!” I groaned, digging my fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. “Oh myGod, yes.”

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