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“Just asking. I mean…” His face pinched. “You two sharing a room would be kind of gross, but also…I guess it’s okay.”
Taking Holly’s hand again, I squeezed it, and she squeezed back.
Gross and okay. I could live with that.
Especially when I could see the three of us standing together as a family. Maybe not now but someday.
“I’m glad you find that okay.” Holly hugged her son.
“I’m going to my room, then,” he said. “You two do…whatever.” Now his face was as pink as hers. He scurried around us and pretty much raced down the hall, banging his bedroom door closed behind him.
“That went well.” Holly peered up at me. “I think.”
“We don’t need to rush into this,” I said, stroking hair off her face, aching to touch her everywhere, not only with this simple gesture. “I can remain in the hayloft.”
“If you do, I’ll have to join you.” Her gaze met mine, and I found no hesitation there. “Or we can just go to bed in your room.”
“You’re sure?”
“Completely.” Tightening her fingers around mine, she urged me to follow her down the hall and into her—my—ourbedroom. She kicked the door shut behind me and turned, pressing me against it. “So tell me, orc cowboy. How do you want to claim me tonight?”
Chapter 29
Holly
He was so solid beneath my hands. Broad shoulders, wide chest, warm, steady breath. I had him pinned against the door—as much as anyone could pin a big orc like Sel who had to be at least a foot and a half taller than me.
That power he was giving me went straight to my head.
“How do I want to claim you?” he drawled. His eyes darkened to almost black. “I want to savor you. I want to remember every sound you make. And I want to make you laugh between the gasps.”
I shivered at his words, his tone.
He added, almost shyly, “And I want you to want me.”
I pushed up onto my toes and when he lowered his head, I kissed him, slow and deep, my tongue sliding past his lips. I belonged here with this male and in this place and time. He tasted like warm honey and something wilder I couldn’t name.
“I do,” I said against his mouth. “It’s the truth, Sel. I do.”
He groaned and lifted me in one smooth motion, carrying me to the bed. We were both laughing. Me because I bumped my head on the bedpost, him because he couldn’t seem to resistlaughing along with me. He sat on the edge of the bed with me straddling his lap, and I framed his face with my hands.
“Look at you,” I whispered. “Strong and sweet and mine.”
He smiled in that rare, tender way that melted everything inside me. “Only yours.”
Rising, I kissed my way down his jaw, down his throat, loving how his breath hitched as I went. He ran his hands down my back, not pushing or rushing, just learning me. I peeled my shirt off and tossed it aside. His eyes followed the movement, and when he gulped, everything inside me twisted in a wonderful way. I’d never known anyone who gazed at me as reverently as Sel did, who treated me the way this male did. As if I deserved everything the world could offer and more.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. When I tugged at his shirt, his grin turned wicked. “Impatient, are you?”
“Less talking, more naked,” I said, and laughed when he chuckled.
He helped me pull his shirt off, and the moment it hit the floor, I ran my hands over the hard planes of his chest. Scars, freckles, warmth. This male was amazing.
“This,” I said, “is extremely unfair.”
“What is?”
“That you look like a god, and I’m sitting on your lap, trying not to drool.”
