Page 42 of My Orc Contract Husband
She dropped another kiss on my forehead and shimmied out of the room.
All I could do was watch her go in amazement, wondering at this incredible female who’d allowedmeto be her husband.
Chapter Ten
Sami
When I livedwith my father, I used to dread Friday nights. That was the time when I could cease doing Dad’s bidding in the office, and get all dressed up to charm his friends at some social function. I used to feel like a doll: perfect makeup, perfect heels, perfect gown, perfect smile. I would flirt and schmooze and impress whomever he was trying to woo that week.
After, I would scrub myself in the hottest shower I could manage, trying not to feel like a whore.
Once I moved to Eastshore, and especially once I got my own place, Friday nights weremetime. I would spend the week looking forward to getting take out, and I’d curl up on the couch with a ridiculous amount of food and corn chips and white wine.
What can I say? I’m classy.
But in the weeks since my marriage to Tarkhan, in the weeks since he’d moved in with me, Friday nights had become…something else.
A celebration ofus. Of my body at least.
It was as if, knowing neither of us had early mornings, he could spend all night worshipping me. And he treated it as if it was his job; that’s how intently he studied me, how focused he became on my responses.
But not once—not once—did he remove his underwear.
Oftentimes he would come to me without a shirt, which was scrumptious, because I adored getting to run my hands over his chest and stomach and muscled arms. Occasionally, he removed his pants as well, but the guy evensleptin his boxers.
Never took them off around me.
Don’t get me wrong, I understand modesty. It’s just that…
Well, he’d seen me naked as the day I was born. Hell, he’d had me tossed this way and that, lifting me, touching me, stroking me…and I’d never even seen his cock.
But it wasthere. I mean, how could I miss it? It was big and thick, just like my dildo, and I could see it straining against his boxers. He just never took it out, never touched it.
Never letmetouch it.
And after this many weeks of marriage, this many orgasms, I wasdyingto touch him.
The longer we went like this, the more I worried what was wrong.
Riven told me to just go with it and enjoy the ride, since it’s a temporary arrangement anyway. But it didn’t feelright. Not the temporary part, and not this. Oh, if Tarkhan didn’t want to have sex with me, I would be okay with it; I liked him enough to be fine with whatever he wanted to give me.
But it was the fact we hadn’t discussed it at all that was really eating me up inside.
Why wouldn’t he let me touch him? Why didn’t he want to…you know. Be inside me?
Tonight I was going to find out.
But it was a good thing I didn’t have my heart set on a deep conversation, because the moment I walked through the front door Friday afternoon, Tarkhan was waiting for me with a determined look on his face. And I meandetermined.
As he strode toward me, I saw his nostrils flare, and my heart began pounding in anticipation. My briefcase dropped from my hands, and I stumbled back until my shoulders were pressed against the door and my palm was pressed against my chest.
At the way he was looking at me—as if he were a hunter and I was his prey—liquid heat pooled between my legs, and I saw a flash of green in the center of his dark eyes.
“Tarkhan?” I breathed.
He didn’t respond, but dropped to his knees in front of me. Before I could gasp, he reached for me, his hugehands gripping my outer thighs, holding me in place… he bent forward and pressed his face against the junction of my thighs.
“I’ve missed you,dkaar.”
