Page 71 of The Orc Chief's Baker
His apprehension fell away and his heart began a frantic, needy tempo that made him breathless.
Trinia’s expression softened, as if she had no idea how high she’d queued him up. “I have so much to thank you for, Brovdir. You’ve saved my life twice now.”
His chest tightened at the reminder.
“L-let me show you how thankful I am.” Her voice was that wonderful husky timbre he loved so much. He didn’t want her to stop talking.
But then she reached for him and stroked her fingers up his abs. The gentle caress made his knees weak and the last thing on his mind was speaking. He couldn’t have gotten another word out if he tried.
Her fingers teased around his muscles and soothed the scars. His body shivered quite against his will.
This was really happening. The Fades truly smiled on him. The same way Trinia was smiling at him now.
From here on, he would do everything in his power to prove to her how grateful he was.
Chapter
Nineteen
TRINIA
Trinia’s heart felt like it was about to thunder right out of her chest as Brovdir moved in over her, bracing himself on the bed with hands on either side of her hips. His weight sunk into the mattress and she was completely surrounded by him.
She was really going to do this, wasn’t she? She hadn’t meant to blurt out that she’d wanted him. Hadn’t meant to actually offer. She’d spent most of her bath debating between her options and then the words just spilled out and now there was no going back. This was it. She’d made the offer and... and...
She was going to go through with playing conquest for him.
Brovdir’s gaze lingered on her face and then flashed down her body. Her stomach flipped and her thighs clenched and the room felt too hot all of a sudden, even though she was still draped in a towel.
There was no turning back now. Even if she’d wanted to.
“I should get rid of this, or we’ll soak the bed,” she said, peeling the damp towel away from her body. The room was chilly, and she clenched her teeth to stop herself from shivering.
The male stopped breathing entirely and the slacked jawed, wide-eyed expression as he examined her breasts was exactly what she’d expected. They were her only universally admired feature and even some of the most pious men in her village took a glance when she wore more revealing tops.
Brovdir reached out but then hesitated, drawing back with a worried glance.
He really was cute. “You can touch me, Brovdir. I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.”
He nodded. His throat worked in a swallow as he reached out again.
His palm cupped her left breast. His hand was sowarm,and his touch was incredibly gentle.
Her cheeks heated with embarrassment as she let him explore. He flicked her nipple slowly with the pad of his thumb until it budded against this touch. It felt a little tingly, but nothing more.
She was rather surprised when his hand pulled away. She looked up at his furrowed brow and confused expression.
“You don’t like it?” he asked.
She blinked rapidly. “Oh, it’s fine. You can touch me wherever you’d like.”
“No.” Brovdir moved back from her and kneeled at the foot of the bed. His expression was focused. “Doyoulike it?”
She blinked. What did it matter? Bed play wouldn’t get her pregnant any faster. She should just tell him he could do whatever he liked so they could get to the main act.
But she couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come off her tongue.
Brovdir moved further away, nearly off the bed, and her stomach clenched with worry.
