Page 14 of Bread with the Orc
“Oh really?” I tried for nonchalance as I leaned against the counter, my palms behind me, wondering if the position pushed my boobs out too far and if I was being too obvious with my crush. “Why not?”
“An orc male exhibits such signs in certain times of his life. Great stress.” He began to walk toward me. “Strong passion.” He didn’t stop where I expected, but came closer, halting within inches of my chest and forcing me to tip my head back. He leaned down, his lips near my ear, and murmured, “The Mating Heat.”
Well, I had no idea what that was, but I didn’t care. I don’t think I was breathing when I whispered, “Heat?”
“So hot.” His palms went to the counter, bracketing me in. “Laney, my sense of smell…”
Oh God. My eyes fluttered shut in shame. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
For smelling? “For kissing you yesterday.” I grimaced. “I shouldn’t have pushed myself on you.”
I couldfeelhim bending closer until his chest pressed against mine. “I recall I told you I wanted to kiss you.”
That’s right, he had, hadn’t he? Had he…wantedthat? My face was all screwed up in confusion when I peeked up at him. “Then today…”
“Today,dkaar…” His lips bobbed near my temple as he inhaled. “I smelled your arousal. All day.”
Oh God.
“I’m sorry,” I squeaked.
“I’m not.” His deep rumble reached down into my stomach and stroked my pussy. “But do you know how hard it is to work with a cockstand? That’s why I stayed in the kitchen all day.”
My eyes had grown wide. I found myself leaning back against the counter, my breasts thrust toward him. Now my hands went to his forearms to steady myself, and I couldn’t stop my little groan as I felt his delicious muscles tense beneath my fingers.
“Laney, the scent of your sweet cunt has had me hard all day. I want to kiss you again.”
“Yes, please,” I breathed.
To my surprise, instead of lowering his mouth to mine, Dorvak wrapped his hands around my waist, lifting me. It was unexpected enough to startle a squeak from me, but then my butt hit the counter, and I wriggled back, settling myself. The black yoga pants I’d worn today stretched easily enough when he stepped between mythighs, and I felt my core flood with liquid warmth at the proof of his strength.
“This is a food preparation area!” I squeaked, and his lips twitched.
“I’ll scrub it down. Do you know how crazy this makes me?” he murmured, one finger going to my camisole strap. “Seeing you prancing around, half-naked?”
I swallowed, swaying toward him. “I’m…”
“Don’t apologize,” he growled. “Not for tempting me.” Gently, he pulled my apron over my head, letting it fall down between us, trapped by our bodies. “That’s better.”
One of his claws inched from the tip of his finger as he dragged it along my collarbone. I shuddered, sucking in a breath and arching slightly, hoping he’d lower his touch just…a…bit.
“All this skin.” His murmur was so freaking delicious. “I’ve been dying to taste it. Taste you.”
“Please,” I whimpered.
It was all the urging he needed.
Dorvak leaned in, the scratch of his tusk against my shoulder sending a thrill of exhilaration and a hint of danger coursing through me. The hard, smooth ivory glided along my skin, not quite pressing, just teasing with a promise of his wildness.
I gasped, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. His mouth moved upwards—hungry, coaxing, hot—trailing open-mouthed kisses up my throat. My skinpebbled with goosebumps as his hands roamed my skin, every nerve ending sparking with desire.
When he finally reached my mouth, I was already wriggling with anticipation, my breath coming in quick, tiny gasps. My arms wound around his neck, pulling him down to me, holding him captive. His lips were firm and insistent, fitting perfectly against mine between his tusks.
This wassomuch better than that quick peck in the park yesterday, and when I groaned against his mouth, he swallowed it down and licked me.
His tongue, ridged and wide, slid against mine, the sensation utterly foreign and delicious. Orcs had ridged tongues? I knew their cocks were ridged—I had a dildo shaped like one hidden in one of my cardboard boxes. But their tongues were as well?
