Page 8 of One Night with Her Untamed Orc (Toothsome Monster Romance #6)
Tarik
T here’s a woman in my bathtub, and her scent mixed with that of the soap is pure magic.
Correction, my mate is in my bathtub.
I love every sound she makes as I massage her scalp and run my fingers through her hair. I don’t think she knows she’s emitting the groans and whimpers that she is; each sound is a zing to my heart and to my cock.
Slowly, I work my way down to her neck, rubbing out the knots that are there.
So much pent-up emotion. From her slender, delicate neck, I search out the knots in her shoulders.
Emma shifts, sitting up to give me access to her back.
Now it’s my turn to let out a moan I didn’t mean to.
The sight of her back, slick with water, is mesmerizing. Her skin is so smooth.
Before I can make a fool of myself, I stop, stand, clear my throat. “There’s a towel and robe for you. Take your time.” And with that, I stand to leave. I’m almost to the door when she speaks .
“Wait,” Emma says, flushed in the face, cheeks rosy, her voice squeaky.
“Don’t leave yet, please.” There’s a yearning in the way she says it.
It tugs at my heart. Pausing, I take a deep breath, inhaling the overwhelming rose scent of the bubble bath.
What I want, I can’t have. I need to leave before I do something regrettable.
“You require more assistance?” I ask, trying not to give away how much I want her to want me to touch her.
She nods. As she smooths her hair behind her, a bit of nervous gesture, one glorious nipple rises out of the water, pink and quickly hardening in the cooler air.
Without thinking, I lick my lips. There’s almost instantaneous awareness on her face—a moment of shock and embarrassment, quickly morphing into want.
Need. Her back straightens. She clears her throat.
“Yes, I require more assistance. From you.”
A curt nod, and I’m back behind her. I put my hands in the water beside her arms to warm them back up. “I need you—” I swallow hard, something caught in my throat. When she giggles, I know I’m in trouble. “I need you to tell me what you want.”
“I want you to touch me,” Emma says, swallowing hard.
I dribble water over the tops of her shoulders, letting little rivulets make their way down her front.
I enjoy watching it run down the fronts of her breasts to rejoin the rest of the water.
My thumb grazes her collarbone. She leans back, exposing her neck, arching her back a little.
Her eyes almost reach mine at this angle.
I kiss the edge of her forehead, where it meets her hairline.
“I like that you need me to tell you what I want. I like that you’re to the point.
But what I really want is your hands on all of me.
” And with that declaration, she takes my hand in her small one and presses my palm against her breast. It takes a moment for my brain to catch up with reality; I’m so awestruck by her forwardness.
“You—your breasts are exquisite.” I give it a squeeze.
“Yes. The perfect plumpness. So round and full.” I take my index finger and trace a circle, starting at the outside of her breast, slowly circling my way inward toward her pink nipple.
When I reach the pink, just outside her nipple, she moans, closing her eyes.
I watch her dark eyelashes brush the tops of her cheeks.
I want my lips to be there. And on her breast. And on her sweet pussy.
Taking what I can get, I nibble the edge of her ear while my other hand makes it across her collarbone to her chest. To the valley between her sweet breasts.
Sliding my hand past them to her stomach, then farther south still, till my fingers find the curls of her mound.
“Tell me this is what you want before I go further.” Tell me I have your heart like you have mine.
Each hand teases her, and her body responds. Even through the intense rose scent and the barrier of water, I can smell her arousal. Smell her desire. Already, she’s making little whimpering noises that make me want to roar as her protector, her warrior.
“I want—this. More. Please.” The words are slow to leave her mouth. I make sure of it, distracting her by twisting her nipple just so.
The please undoes me. I want more of this, too. Instinct drives me. Plunging my hand between her thighs, I push them apart so my fist fits. Thumb pressed to her clit, fingers sliding through her folds, teasing the edge of her opening, I listen to her sweet moans and respond to what she likes.
“You’re so responsive. Your sounds drive me wild.” Her hips jerk enough to splash water out of the tub. “That’s a good girl. Ride my hand.” At the praise, she bites her lip. I twist her nipple again, and she releases her lip to pant.
Increasing the pressure, I slide two thick fingers inside her, and she falls apart. Literally, in my hands. The cords of her neck as she tenses in pleasure are a beautiful sight to behold. My cock is rock hard, straining against my pants.
And it’s going to stay that way.