The Unlikeable Demon Hunter (Nava Katz #1)(86)

Here it came. His reasons why this was a bad idea and not going to happen. Instead, he leaned over to snap off the light. Moonlight streamed in through his blinds.

Mental fist pump!

“This time, we do this my way.” Rohan kneeled at my feet.

“Works for me.” I spread my legs but he ignored my invitation to get in and get going.

Cuntessa was not his destination. He took my arm, placing a kiss to the inside of my wrist, massaging his way up the skin with a combination of kisses and his fingertips.

I watched him, a frown puckering my brow. No one had ever paid attention to my arms before. Guys tended to dive in to the sexytime body parts of tits and pussy. Not that that was necessarily successful but if I couldn’t will myself into a happy ending with those, what was the point of spending time on an arm?

Rohan acted like those parts didn’t exist. He lay me back on his bed, sucking my big toe into his mouth.

I jerked off the bed.

“Should I stop?”

“No.” I tried to explain my hesitation. “I’m not sure this is doing anything for me.”

Rohan leaned in to lick my clit with a long, slow stroke. “Is this what you want?”

In response, I opened my legs wider, leaning back on my elbows.

He closed my legs. “Tough. Like I said. My way.”

“Or not at all?”

Smirking, he squatted back on the balls of his feet.

Bah. I waved a hand at him. “Have at it.” My tone made it clear that I didn’t think he’d be all that successful doing this his way.

“Turn off your brain.”

“What?”

He stared at me, impassively.

I crossed one leg over the other. “Women think about stuff to help them get off.”

“Not with me.”

Head tilted, I raised my right eyebrow. “Wanna bet?”

“You are not seriously going to fight me about getting you off so hard you can’t see straight just to make a point, are you?”

I opened my mouth and then snapped it shut, because, yes, I had been about to do that.

Moron. Cuntessa despaired.

“Shut off everything except the sensation of being in my hands.”

“What if your way isn’t working for me?”

“I stop. Or,” he brushed a hand along my hip, “I have rope.” He waggled his eyebrows at me.

I burst out laughing. “Yeah, right, Mr. Grey.”

He pretended to look affronted. “Are you mocking me?”

“Incessantly, though if you are a billionaire I’ll temper my snark to the occasional gibe.” I lay back against his mattress signaling my agreement to do this his way. But I was still tense, dreading orgasmic failure with Rohan. I bunched the pillowy softness of his blanket in my fists.

“I dunno, Nava.” Rohan said, in a voice smooth as honey. “I think you’re bent that way.”

“Come at me with a rope, buster, and find out.” Though the idea of tying him up held great appeal.

“Turn.” He twirled a finger around and I flipped obediently onto my stomach, my left cheek pressed to his covers, figuring he was going to give me a massage to put me at ease.

Nope. He trailed his finger over my body. That’s it. Again and again. He dipped into the hollow of my knee, gliding up along the inside of my thigh only to veer away toward my hip.

At first I found it ridiculous. But after a bit, his caress soothed me, my spine softening, my pliant self sinking deeper in the mattress. He lifted the hair off my back to expose my shoulder blades, writing my name on my back, my body shivering in delight and a small smile tugging my lips. A whisper of a caress, a leisurely stroke along my spine–I craved that single point of contact, his feather-light touch, never knowing where he’d abruptly leave off, only to commence stroking me somewhere else.

Relaxation thrummed into arousal. My skin pulsed a split second behind his touch, my entire body sparking in desire, igniting a long, smoldering burn.

“More,” I breathed, wanting anything, even him kissing my arm again.

His hand stilled. “I told you,” he said, in a maddeningly calm voice, “my way.”

“I have to keep silent?”

He chuckled, the sound spiking my nipples into hard peaks. “You don’t like something, you want me to stop? Speak up. You try to direct the action? Game over.”

I growled, hating his bossiness, and myself for wanting this enough to put up with it. “This better be worth it, Snowflake.”

He raked a nail up my spine.

No. Not a nail. A blade.

I moaned.

The tip of his blade ghosted in long, lazy circles over my body. “What do you feel?”

“It’s like sensory phosphorescence trailing in the wake of your touch.”

“Cool.” He sounded like such an eager little kid that I had to smile.

Rohan rolled me over, continuing his slow exploration, tracing his blade reverently over my left breast, his breath blowing warm gusts over my flushed skin. The focus on his face was absolute. His eyes were molten pools lingering hungrily on my body.

Hypersensitive from his playing, I was wound tight, vibrating with a corked fizziness that was almost too much and not nearly enough. I clamped my mouth shut so I couldn’t beg for more.

The feeling of him sucking my tit into his mouth was as intense and amazing as the best orgasm any other guy had ever given me. I clutched his hair, feeling his ragged breathing against my skin. The press of his shirt buttons into my breastbone as I arched against him caused a twinge that did nothing to distract from my pleasure but did remind me he had way too many clothes on. I fumbled at the buttons.