Just for tonight, remember?
Yeah. Yeah, she was mine, just for tonight.
Yeah.
When she took a deep, shuddering breath, her tits pressed upward against the tight bodice, almost spilling out. I dug my claws into my palms to keep from cupping them. I wanted to taste her nipples. I wanted to show her what my tongue can do.
I wanted to feel her come on my cock.
Gods below, youaredesperate for some pussy, aren’t you?
From the way my mouth watered, and my cock throbbed, I was beginning to suspect this wasn’t aboutsome pussy. This was about Jocelyn, and the way she’d responded to that kiss.
Finally, she lifted her chin, her gaze locked on my jaw once more.
“I want this,” she repeated quietly. “It’s what I’ve wanted for a long time. I’ve done my research, and I want to feel—I mean, this is just about feeling good, right?” Her tongue darted over her lower lip, making me want to growl. “Just some fun.”
“Mutual pleasure,” I managed to rasp out.
“Yeah. And…” Another deep breath, as her shoulders straightened. “And I don’t care if everyone here thinks I’m a—a whore or something. I want to do this forme.”
“Fuck, Kitten, you got no idea how much I want to do this for you too.”
It wasn’t until her big brown eyes flashed up to mine in surprise that I realized what I’d groaned out loud. But I forgot to care, because she really had the prettiest eyes, didn’t she? They were ringed with a band of topaz that made them look like honey.
Never, in all my life, had a female’s eyes aroused me.
“Say the words, Joss,” I rasped, then swallowed, trying to get my voice under control. “I’m going to order you a drink, then we’re going up to my room, and I’m going to make you scream with pleasure, just like I promised you last night. But you have to tell me that’s what you want.”
To my surprise, she shook her head, sending all those thick brown curls waving sensually around her shoulders. I had a moment to feel panic, worrying that she was slipping from my hold, when she explained.
“I don’t want a drink, thank you.” Her tongue darted over her lower lip. “I just want…what we talked about last night. With you.”
Finally giving in to temptation, I reached for her, my hand cupping her ass again. “You’re sure, Kitten?”
She tipped her head back, exposing the most delicious neck. “Please, Brakkor. I want you to fuck me.”
Chapter Two
Jocelyn
It was entirelypossible I was going to regret being so bold. Later. Much later.
Because right then? Standing beside Brakkor, waiting for the elevator? All I knew was that my blood was humming in anticipation, and he smelleddelightful.
I don’t think I’ve ever, in my entire life, thought of a male as smellingdelightful.
All the things he’d said to me over the last few days—on the phone, over text—about how he could make me feel, were jumbled up with the memory of how his lips felt against mine. Dear God, that kiss had been beyond anything I could have possibly imagined…and he’d done it just to scare off a guy who hadn’t believed I was waiting for him.
Kitten, this is a kiss.
This was all a game to Brakkor—his cocky grin proved it—but to me, tonight was about…well, about liberation. I’d wanted this sort of experience for a long time, and with Kesha’s urging, I was finally going to make it happen.
I’d done my research, I knew what to expect when I had sex with an orc…and I couldn’t wait.
“So…” I cleared my throat as the elevator dinged, and he held the doors open for me to step in first. “You’ve done this before?”
We both turned to face the doors, and I was grateful we were alone. The reflections in the metal showed us: him looking deliciously gorgeous with all those tattoos and that easy smirk, me looking nervous as hell, gripping the straps of the shoulder bag I’d packed with my overnight essentials.
