Page 11 of Kissing my Grumpy Troll Boss
“Very much.”
He lets out a long breath. “Listen, I want you to know there’s no pressure tonight. Or any night. If you want to stop. If you change your mind—”
I cut him off by grabbing handfuls of his shirt and tugging his mouth down to mine. We kiss until I have to come up for air. Until my head is swimming and I want to climb him to get closer. I think I’m getting the hang of this.
Algi is breathing hard. “Kitten, do you want to do the ritual?”
I nod immediately. There’s no hesitation in my mind. “Yes. What do we have to do?”
He clears his throat. “Well it can get a little dirty. Literally.” He laughs. “I need to spread mud on you and recite some words, basically. You might have to get naked. If you’re OK with that?”
I chew my lip. I’ve never been naked in front of another person before. “I will if you will.”
I’m sure I’ll feel a whole lot braver with him naked too. I have a feeling, I won’t be able to look away. My eyes are already tracing the open neckline of his shirt where he’s tugged off his tie and opened a button. And yeah, I stared at his forearms at the restaurant when he rolled up his sleeves. Can you blame me? They’re all muscled and veiny.
Algi laughs. “Well that sounds fair enough to me. Come on. Let’s go into the bathroom. I’m guessing you’ll want a bath afterward.”
I make a small noise of pleasure. “Oh why didn’t you mention there’s a bath? You might never get rid of me.”
He takes my hand and leads me down the corridor. “That’s the plan, kitten.”
He runs a bath in the enormous bathtub which takes up at least half the space inside the bathroom. It’s not a small room either. I guess the tub needs to be big to fit his huge frame.
As the room fills with steam and the mirror begins to fog, I set aside the dark glasses with joy. It’s nice to see him so clearly.
I play with the hem of my sweater dress. I wish I’d dressed up more for tonight. I wish I’d worn fancy underwear. Well, the good ones anyway.
I have a horrible moment where I wonder if Algi will laugh at the boring beige panties and my plain t-shirt bra.
I should have known better. As soon as I lift the hem of the dress over my head, he sucks in a breath. When I tug it over my face, I could drown in the desire on his face. His mouthhangs open and he has frozen in place, hands wrestling with the buttons on his pale gray shirt.
“Your turn,” I prompt him.
Algi lets out a long, low whistle, dragging his gaze up and then back down my body. I’ve never felt more like a goddess than I do then.
He fumbles with the buttons on his shirt, until half a moment later he gives a growl and simply tears it off.
I laugh.
Then I catch sight of him and my laughter dies in my suddenly dry throat. I lick my lips. My god. He’s like one of those ancient statues of gods. Hard, impossibly perfect. The way people imagine bodies should be.
I can’t believe he wants me!
I’m about to pull my dress right back down over my head, when he stops me. “What’s wrong, kitten?”
I stare at my feet. Even those are short and stubby. “Look at you!”
“You don’t like the way I look?”
My head snaps up. “What!? Are you crazy? It’s just…look atme. I’m nothing special. And you’re…you!”
Algi drops to his knees on the bathroom floor and I gasp. He grips my hips and pulls me toward him until I have to put my hands on his broad shoulders to stay steady.
When he presses a shaky kiss to my belly right above my navel, I’m really glad of my grip on him. My knees go weak and the fluttery sensation spreads through me all the way to the back of my head and my suddenly achy pussy. “Oh.”
“Kitten, you are the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. Don’t even doubt it. Please say I can undress you and look at the rest of you. I don’t think I’ve ever needed anything as much as I need to look at you.”
“OK.”
