Page 37 of Bidding on the Orc Outcast

His grip tightened on the wooden spoon. “Been thinking about you.”

The confession slipped out before he could stop it and the tips of his ear burned.

“I’ve been thinking about you too.”

He turned to look at her. The kitchen lights caught the gold in her hair and the warmth in her eyes. He put down the spatula and crossed over to her. Her knees parted automatically to make room for him, and she looked up at him, her pretty lips parted.

“I’ve been thinking about us,” he said roughly and her breath caught.

“Us,” she repeated, as if testing the word. “I like the sound of that.”

“Me too.” He bent his head, brushing his lips across hers, tasting the sweetness of her mouth. She arched up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest, making his cock throb.

He deepened the kiss, tracing her lower lip with his tongue until she parted her lips and let him in. Her tongue met his, teasing and exploring. Heat flooded him as she moaned, pressing herself against him, and his hands slid down to cup her perfect ass and hold her there. He could stay here all day, all week, exploring her mouth and her body, drinking in her scent and the taste of her. Nothing existed beyond this moment, beyond her.

Smoke tickled his nose, and he broke away with a curse, lunging for the stove. The omelet had gone from golden brown to charred black.

“Fuck. Not again.”

He switched off the burner, moving the smoking pan to a cool element, and heard a muffled sound. He turned to find her with her hand over her mouth, her eyes bright and her shoulders shaking with laughter. A reluctant grin tugged at his lips.

She lowered her hand, eyes sparkling. “We really suck at this whole cooking dinner thing, huh?”

“I had other things on my mind.”

“Like what?” she asked, her voice husky.

“Like this.”

He moved back between her thighs, sliding his thumb across her lower lip. Her lips parted, her pink tongue darting out to taste his skin. He groaned, capturing her mouth with his. She kissed him back eagerly, fingers tangling in his hair. Her tongue stroked his, teasing and coaxing.

He slid his hand down her back, tracing the curve of her spine. Her skin was silky soft under her pajamas, and he wanted to feel more. He tugged her top up, revealing her luscious breasts, her nipples already flushed dark pink.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he blurted out.

“Are you objecting?”

“Fuck no,” he growled, bending to take one nipple in his mouth. She gasped, hips bucking, and the movement pressed her core against his throbbing cock.

He licked and sucked, teasing the stiff little peak while she writhed in his arms. His other hand cupped her neglected breast, thumb circling the nipple, and she moaned, fingers digging into his scalp, urging him on.

He released her breast and turned his attention to the other nipple. This time, he scraped his teeth across the sensitive flesh, and she cried out, her back arching. He switched back and forth, lavishing attention on each nipple until she was panting, her body trembling in his embrace.

He lifted his head, admiring her flushed skin and dazed expression. She blinked up at him, lips swollen and red, and the sight made him want to roar in triumph.

“More,” she whispered.

His cock pulsed, but he ignored the ache. “Not until you’re ready.”

She reached for his belt. “I’m definitely ready.”

He caught her hand, lifting it to his mouth and kissing her fingers. “Let me take care of you.”

She shivered at the promise in his words and he nudged the edge of her pajama pants. “Can I take these off?”

“Yes,” she breathed, lifting her hips.

He tugged them down slowly, revealing her creamy skin. The scent of her arousal hit him and his cock strained against his jeans. He ignored it, focusing on the sight of her spread open before him like a feast. Her pretty little cunt glistened with moisture. Fuck, he wanted to taste her.

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