Page 7 of Bread with the Orc (Harmony Glen #6)

Chapter Seven

Laney

I’m telling you the truth: I have no idea how I made it through work that day. To say I was distracted—anticipatory, excited—would be an understatement. After the way Dorvak had made me feel last night? And the promises he texted me this morning?

Yes, please .

I kept thinking of the overnight bag I’d stashed in the back closet by the stairs up to his apartment, and the way he’d nodded in approval when he’d seen it.

“Good girl,” he’d murmured, and my legs had gone weak with need at the sound.

Was it any wonder I was basically a distracted mess all day?

But to be honest, despite being so keyed up and on-edge all day, when the clock—the big decorative one I’d bought from Nifty Thrifty and hung over the door—ticked over to three p.m., I was surprised closing time had snuck up on us so quickly.

The last customers cleared out our display cases—we were gaining a following who came in at two forty-five each day to buy discounted breads and pastries—and I shooed them out the door so I could lock up and begin cleaning.

If I was rushing a little, I think I could be forgiven.

When I finally went back to the kitchen, it was to see Dorvak wiping his hands on a dish towel, having just finished washing up. He nodded solemnly to me. “Are you hungry, dkaar ?”

Was I? I shook my head. “Just…anxious, I guess.”

“Anxious in a good way? Or nervous?”

He moved toward me, and I took a deep breath.

“Excited,” I corrected. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Another solemn nod and he held out his hand. “Then let’s make it everything you’ve dreamed about.”

He scooped up my bag and led me up the stairs to his apartment. “I’m going to take a shower. Would you like to join me?”

“Join you?” I squeaked. “Like…shower together?”

One corner of his lips twitched, and he lowered his mouth toward my ear.

“I’m going to see you naked tonight, Laney.

I’m going to make you scream with pleasure.

” When his tusk scraped my temple, I didn’t bother hiding my shudder of need.

“I know you’re wet already—I can smell you.

I just thought you might like to begin casually.

A shower means we can touch each other. Explore. ”

“Explore,” I repeated in a whisper, my mind already conjuring what he’d look like naked. Then I cleared my throat. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

He straightened. “Then go get ready. I’ll join you.”

I hurried to strip out of my work clothes and pee and check my teeth for spinach and all the other things one did right before one expected to get busy. You know what I mean, yeah? Then I turned on the shower and watched as the steam began to fog up the glass walls.

I’d stepped inside before I felt a change in the airflow telling me Dorvak was in the bathroom with me. Sure enough, his big body joined me in the shower, blocking some of the water from hitting me, and I tried my best to play it cool.

“Hi!”

Okay, not so cool.

“Turn around,” he rumbled, reaching for his shampoo. “I hope you don’t mind if we use my product on you. I don’t have your coconut stuff.”

He could smell what kind of shampoo I used? I turned around, already a little dazed at the thought he’d been paying such close attention to me, and when his big hands dug into my scalp, massaging the shampoo in, I moaned out loud .

“That feels so good.”

“There are many ways to bring pleasure, Laney.” His tone sounded almost amused. “Caring for someone comes in many colors.”

“Like the way you always make me bearclaws because you know I like them?”

A pause, then he murmured, “Thank you for noticing.”

I wanted to blurt that I noticed everything about him, but his hands moved to my shoulders, massaging away the tension there, and I was reduced to a blob in the shower.

Dorvak’s strong fingers worked their magic, kneading the tension from my shoulders before moving lower, soaping up my back, my arms, every touch both soothing and sensual. I leaned back against him, my eyes closed, reveling in the sensation of his hands on my skin.

He turned me gently, positioning me under the shower spray to rinse my hair.

His fingers combed through the strands, careful and thorough, ensuring no soap residue remained.

Trusting him, I tilted my head back, the warm water cascading over me.

When I opened my eyes, I found Dorvak watching me intently, his dark eyes now entirely awash in green.

His hands, slick with soap, moved to my front, washing my collarbone, my stomach, circling ever closer to my breasts. I held my breath in anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest. When he finally cupped them, hefting their weight in his palms, I couldn’t suppress a moan .

“Fuck, Laney,” he groaned, his voice a deep rumble. “You feel so good. So perfect in my hands.”

His thumbs brushed against my nipples, circling, teasing, before pinching them gently. I gasped, arching into his touch, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. He growled in approval, his hands continuing their exploration, washing and caressing every inch of me.

“Your turn,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water. I turned in his hold and reached for his shampoo, pouring some into my palm. “Kneel down so I can wash your hair.”

Dorvak complied, kneeling before me, his eyes level with my breasts.

I began to massage the shampoo into his hair, but he had other ideas.

His mouth found my skin, kissing and licking, his tusks grazing lightly, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

I faltered in my task, distracted by the sensation of his mouth on me.

“Dorvak,” I breathed, desperately trying to rinse all the shampoo from his hair before I became too distracted.

He looked up at me with a wicked grin on his face, before capturing one of my breasts in his mouth. His tongue, ridged and hot, flicked against my nipple. Thank God his hands gripped my hips, steadying me as I swayed, my body overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. His mouth moved to my other breast, giving it the same exquisite treatment. I could feel the heat building between my thighs, my body primed and ready for more .

Dorvak’s hands slid down to my ass, squeezing and kneading, his fingers tracing the curve of my cheeks.

I gasped as he pulled me closer, his mouth moving lower, kissing every inch of skin as if it were sacred ground.

His tusks grazed my stomach, sending a thrill of excitement and a hint of danger through me.

I was a mess of desire, my body humming with anticipation. Every touch, every kiss, sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. I could feel the slickness between my thighs, the ache in my core that begged for more. His touch was driving me mad, pushing me to the edge of oblivion.

But…

I put my hand on his head. “Not here,” I gasped.

He froze immediately, tipping his head back, squinting against the fall of water, and I had to chuckle.

“See?” I tried to block the water from his face. “We’re all slippery and one of us is going to get hurt.”

He paused, then nodded and abruptly surged to his feet. The next moment, he had lifted me from the shower and was wrapping my hair in a big fluffy towel. He was still dripping wet—his cock standing tall and proud between us—when he grabbed another towel and began to rub me down.

The roughness of his movements contrasted with how soft he’d touched me before, and I found myself liking it just as much. It was as if he couldn’t help his rush, and I was just as desperate as he was.

Because that cock? The one that I couldn’t help staring at? It was thick and ridged, just like his tongue. Just like my orc dildo. And oh my God, but I wanted to wrap my fingers around it.

When I was sufficiently dry, I expected Dorvak to lead me to the bed.

But instead, he draped that towel over the bathroom counter, wrapped his hands around my waist, and lifted.

Have I mentioned how flattering it is to have a male lift you as if you weighed the same as a fashion model? Yeah, it was great.

But then I was sitting beside the bathroom sink, my hair still wrapped up in a towel, and a deliciously hot orc standing between my legs.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

A wicked glint came to his eyes. “I’m going to finish what I started. I’m going to kiss you.”

Dorvak leaned in, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss.

His lips were just as perfect as they’d been last night, warm and soft.

His tongue, ridged and hot, slid against mine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

Each ridge created a new burst of sensation, a delicious friction that had me moaning into his mouth.

He pulled back, his eyes locked onto mine as he began to trail kisses down my body. He lingered briefly on my breasts, his tongue flicking against my nipples, his tusks grazing my sensitive skin. I gasped, my back arching, but he didn’t stay there long. He had other plans.

His mouth moved lower, kissing every inch of my skin as if it were a ground to be worshipped. I shivered in anticipation as he trailed kisses down my stomach, my breath hitching as he moved lower still .

When he reached the apex of my thighs, he spread them wider, putting me on display for him. I should have been embarrassed, but instead, I felt a new flood of desire pooling in my core.

He inhaled deeply. “Gods below, you’re so wet for me.” I could feel the heat of his breath, the anticipation of his touch sending a shiver of exhilaration through me.

I had never had a man do this for me before, never thought one would care enough about my pleasure to explore me so intimately. But Dorvak did. He dipped his head, his thick tongue sliding through my folds, sending a jolt of pleasure through me that had me crying out.