Page 72 of The Orc Chief's Baker
“Y-you don’t have to stop.” She shifted onto her knees so she could get closer. “I’m fine.”
Should she fake it? She’d made a vow never to do so with any lover, but this wasn’t aboutpleasure, was it?
Her chest ached.
Before she could worry more, he said, “Where... else do women like to be touched?”
Her brows flew up and her tension eased to make way for shock. “Where else do...? Brovdir, have you been with a woman before?”
He swallowed thickly and shook his head.
Biscuits and jam!Thatwas unexpected. Why hadn’t she considered that before now?
Why did it make her blood zing with excitement?
Her shocked silence must have been too stressful for him because he carefully moved to the edge of the bed and peered at her through his shaggy bangs. His fists were clasped tight, and shoulders hunched. He looked smaller in that position. Uncertain.
Cute.
She quickly moved to alleviate his worries. “It’s not bad, Brovdir. I don’t mind.”
His shoulders sagged with clear relief.
“I’ve taken a couple of men to bed before, so I know the way of things. I can guide you through.” She squirmed a little at the thought.
His brows pinched into a scowl. He bowed his head to hide it and his balled fists tightened.
Trinia moved to sit at the edge of the bed with him. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Obviously something,” she muttered only to think. “Oh, biscuits. Sorry. I know orcs can be possessive. I’m not with those men anymore. They were just a one-time thing.”
He shifted. “Tobbis?”
“What? Oh,no. Fades, no. Not him.” She waved her hands to shove the idea right off.
“Who?”
Her eyes narrowed. “I think it’s probably best I don’t tell you.”
He let out a hard sigh, but nodded.
“Let’s not talk about other people right now.” Especially since it was putting a stall on things. “What doyoulike, Brovdir? Is there anything you want to try?”
He opened his mouth and then closed it as his cheeks and neck turned a much darker shade of green. His eyes snapped quickly down her body and then away.
Oh Fades, being with an embarrassed virgin hadn’t at all been what she’d thought this night would be like. “Would you like to touch my breasts again?”
His expression was flooded with confusion as he met her eyes. “You don’t like it.”
“It’s not myfavoritething, but I certainly don’t mind. We really just need to getyouready. You’re the main event here. It’s your son you’re putting inside me.”
For some reason, this forced a low, threatening growl to escape the orc’s throat and Trinia could do nothing but stare into the face of his anger with wide eyes.“No.”
“No . . .? You . . . don’t want to put your son inside me?”
“No, I am not the ‘main event.’”
