Page 20 of Fake Dating an Orc Cowboy

Oh, no. Was I too exposed?

My spine quivered with dismay. “Are you telling me that because you think I’m not wearing enough?”

He stalked toward me.

My skin tingling in a delicious way, I backed until my butt squished against the long table holding the TV.

Sadly, he stopped before our bodies brushed together. Except, wait. I didn’t want our bodies or anything else brushing together.

Did I?

My overheated body said maybe it did.

“Everyone should wear suits like this.” His gaze scorched a path down my frame, and heat swirled low in my belly. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you. Some women wear one-piece suits while others choose bikinis like this. They come in all sorts of colors and patterns and—” My mouth had taken control of my brain. I clamped my lips shut to halt the flow.

“It’s lovely.” The words rumbled in his throat. “You’relovely.”

“I appreciate that, Ostor.” Liking his words too much, I eased to the side and busied myself with grabbing the sundress I'd useas a beach cover-up off the bed and dragging it over my head, trying to distract myself from his heated gaze.

“I will . . .” He blinked a moment before he held up his bathing suit. “I will also don my bikini.” A frown crinkled his thick brow. “No, I’m missing a top.” His wry smile rose. “And breasts that will be covered by a top. Should we have purchased something similar to cover that part of my body?”

“Nope. Guys don’t wear bathing suit tops. Sometimes, they wear shirts that block UV rays, but not bikini tops.” Did I mention he was adorable?

“Orc females do not have round blobs of flesh on their chests,” he stated.

How curious. “They don’t?”

“When our young are born, soft tubes project from their chests to feed the orcling. No round blobs that I assume must do the same thing.”

“We have nipples in the center of the . . .” I refused to call them blobs. “Our breasts. Our young suck on our nipples and the milk comes out. Somehow. I’m not exactly sure about the biology of all that.”

He stared at my breasts with what I hoped was utter fascination but could actually be distaste. Did his look mean he didn’t find them sexy? In some ways, this was refreshing. In others, a total bummer. I’d never been a bounce-my-boobs-around-to-attract-a-guy kind of woman but mine were some of my best physical features. Good-sized but not too big that I couldn’t run without them smashing around. Large enough to give an average guy a handful to hold onto.

An orc? They must seem strange to Ostor.

Not that my blob-boobs mattered in this equation.

“Do you find the soft tubes sexy?” I asked as he passed me, aiming for the bathroom.

He turned, his frown deepening. “No. Why would I?”

Ah, interesting.

Ostor entered the bathroom, and I sat at the edge of the bed, unable to keep myself from imagining what would happen when we reached the pool. How could I act natural the first time I saw Jacob?

A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and Ostor stepped into the bedroom. I had to remind myself to blink. My eyes traced over him as he strode farther into the room like there wasn't anything awkward about him walking around half-naked.

The suit fit him well—verywell. The blue and yellow could be considered bold, but the colors made his green skin pop in a way that was unfair. His broad chest was made up of hard planes and endless muscles, and the fabric stretched against his thighs in a way that made me forget for a brief, silly second that this wasn’t actually real. And his abs? Let’s just say, if abs were a competition, Ostor would win gold, hands down.

He continued toward me while I stared at him like I’d never seen a half-naked guy before. His deep, dark eyes flicked over me nervously. “Is it . . . wrong? Should I wear something else?” His huff rang out. “I know it must be wrong to expose my lower legs in the water. Something is going to gnaw them off and I’ll be left with stubs.”

“No, no! Nothing will eat your legs.” Well, we might need to avoid the ocean. “The pool is a manmade body of water. No creatures are allowed.”

He raked his upper teeth across his tusks. “You’re sure?”

“Completely. Your lower legs will be perfectly safe.” As I studied his gorgeous frame, my heart did funny things in my chest. “As for the suit, you look great.”

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