Page 12 of My Ogre Husband
Though we just bought a ton of groceries, all I can think about is the delivery pizza Egorr mentioned at the store. I’ve always seen it on TV, showing up at someone’s house warm and steaming and melty, and I’m curious what it’s like to get my food delivered.
When I tell him what I want, Egorr doesn’t question my choice and quickly calls in one cheese pizza, one pepperoni pizza, and wings on the side. It’s a ton of food, but I have no doubt that someone Egorr’s size can eat it all.
When our food arrives, still steaming hot, it’s absolutely heavenly. I’ve never had anything like delivery pizza in my life.
“It’s even better than it looks on TV,” I tell Egorr, thinking of all the ads I watched back at New Eden. “Like, this is unbelievable.”
“If only I’d known all it took to woo a girl was to get her some pizza.” Egorr winks.
I think he’s coming on to me, and I’m all about it.
“Consider me wooed,” I say, shimmying my chair a little closer to his. I’m just about done eating anyway, even though there’s more than half a pie left. But Egorr makes quick work of it, and when he’s finished, he lets out a satisfied groan.
I’m in the same boat. I probably couldn’t move a muscle after everything I just ate.
Eventually we migrate to the couch, where we sit side by side as we talk. I’ve always been chatty, or so my mother tells me, but Egorr doesn’t seem to mind at all. He spends a lot of time listening, like when I go on about my friends and family, simply stroking the back of my hand.
“What about you?” I finally ask, realizing I’ve been dominating the conversation. “Where’s your family?”
He strokes his chin. “Well, my parents aren’t together anymore. I don’t speak to my mom often, though, because she married a weird guy who doesn’t like me very much.”
I gape at him. “But you’re her son!”
Egorr just smiles. “It’s okay. My dad and I are really close. He lives about forty-five minutes away. Never got remarried, but I think he’s happier like that.”
“That’s not far. We should visit him!”
That smile widens even more, and I love the way Egorr’s grin reveals all of his teeth, top and bottom rows alike.
“Sure. He’s a quiet guy, but I think you two would get along.”
He sounds as if he might be a lot like his son.
I don’t even realize I’ve started falling asleep on Egorr’s shoulder until my head lands on something soft, and I jerk awake.
“Ready for bed?” Egorr hums in my ear. It sounds so sexy when he says it like that, but I know he means my own bed in the room he set up for me. We’re not there yet, but I hope we are soon.
“Yeah, I guess,” I say with a yawn. But before I can get up, Egorr slides an arm under my back and another under my legs, hefting me up into his arms like I’m little more than a doll. I giggle as he carries me down the hall to my room, and pushes the door open with his shoulder.
There, he lays me down on my bed ever so gently. I feel airy and weightless from being carried, and I’m warm and fuzzy after devouring amazing pizza—not to mention how at home I already feel here in this big ogre’s den.
“Egorr,” I say quietly when he starts to pull away. He stops, remaining crouched over me as I lift a hand up to his tusk and wrap my fingers around it. I tug his face toward mine, and with a smile, Egorr leans down closer, until our lips are almost touching.
“Maddie,” he says in return, making me giggle. I lift my head between his tusks and push my lips up against his.
Egorr returns it, sliding one arm under my back to bring us closer together. Boy, is he a good kisser. I sink into it, giving him everything. Our tongues both dart out to dance, and I sure do love how big his is, dwarfing mine as they play together. His wide hands are eager but not forceful, gentle but not delicate.
Eventually, we both pull away, breathing hard.
Egorr kisses me on the forehead. “Get some sleep,” he says, rising back up to his full height. “We have another day of fun tomorrow, and I want to get a head start.”
“Okay.” I fall back to the bed. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Maddie.”
Egorr closes the door behind him, and though I’m sad to see him go, I’m excited to sleep in this sweet little room he prepared for me. I love the antique bed frame, the worn wooden side table, and the cute, kitschy lamp that looks like it belongs in a grandmother’s house.
Besides, I think it might be wise of me to maintain my own space while I try to integrate into Egorr’s life—to have a separation between what’s his and what’s mine in case we decide to part ways later on.
