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“It’s never been my strong suit,” he muttered, chasing my touch when I pulled my hand away. I palmed his nape. “But I can try.”

His lips were soft against mine. Bee groaned. He fisted handfuls of my jumper at my back and urged me closer, as if he wanted to get under my skin.

I feared I would hurt him, but my worries evaporated when a slick tongue darted over my lips. It touched my tusks, and he moaned. Then that tongue demanded to be let into my mouth. I admitted it.

Chapter 5

Beryl

Huge men being soft had always been my Achilles heel. Kjartan’s mewl as I slicked my tongue over his made me want to drop to my knees at his feet.

He asked you for patience. Maybe I shouldn’t suck him off in my hallway three minutes later.

I rested one hand on his bulging bicep and the other on his broad back.

Light touching should be in line with me being patient as fuck.

Right?

I loved how he opened for me, surrendering his mouth to mine.

That didn’t make it any easier, though.

He felt so good under my hands.

I tried to remember the last time I had engaged in light petting and ran my fingernails down his back.

He purred like an overgrown cat and, because I loved being a bit of a tease, I stopped and pulled out of the kiss.

“No,” he whined, that pretty mouth in a pout. “Please keep touching me.” Kjartan nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. “It feels strange, but so good.”

I also hadn’t been blessed with the best sense of self control.

“Why has nobody touched you in so long?” I asked him as I ran my hand down his arm. Bulging muscles stretched the thin jumper close to its breaking point.

Relatable.

My pretty Orc hesitated.

“I find people scary. I’m mostly at work or at home, and I—” He broke off.

“You?” I prompted him.

“I haven’t met someone I wanted to touch me in a long time. But today I met you,” Kjartan added in a low whisper.

Damn.

The big cutie had social anxiety and hadn’t been with anyone in years by the sounds of it.

Patience means several dates.There is no way I’m getting laid tonight.

“Let’s sit down on my couch. Come on.”

I led him into my living room, still holding his hand. His thumb rubbed circles around my knuckles.

How is this so good?

I’d expected to be more upset about not getting any. I couldn’t remember why as I straddled his lap and we kissed. Kjartan and I made out for so long my lips were puffy and swollen.