The Unlikeable Demon Hunter (Nava Katz #1)(88)

He had nothing to prove.

Rohan’s body wasn’t a temple, it was a finely honed weapon. Though that didn’t stop me from worshipping it now. I nudged him to turn over, noting the silver scar from his sakacha encounter at the base of his neck. A gorgeous black script was tattooed between his shoulder blades. “Hindi?” I guessed, tracing the letters.

“Yeah. It says ‘Kshatriya.’ It’s the warrior caste.”

“It’s beautiful.” I trailed my hands down his back, rubbing at a patch on the base of his spine that was a bit darker than the rest of his skin.

His gluts tensed. Ooh. Pretty.

I rubbed the spot again, then gave in to my urge and bit his ass cheek.

Rohan yelped, flipping himself flat on his back. “Teeth. Not a kink of mine.”

I propped myself up on one elbow, batting my eyelashes at him. “I’m betting that’s a very short list, Mr. Mitra.”

He grabbed my hips, pulling me across him, while giving my ass a swat. I squealed in laughter which ended in a smothered yelp as his mouth got close to mine.

He froze. “Right,” he muttered.

I bit my lip, then wriggled onto my side to face him, running my hands over his body in long strokes. “How was L.A.?” As a distraction technique, my question was only moderately successful. It didn’t dissipate the tension that had come over Rohan at the kiss thing, but he did answer and let me keep touching him.

“Got to see my parents, so that was good.” The affection in his voice triggered a stab of longing for something I’d never had. “As for the mission? Supposed to be a quick and easy kill. Instead?” He scratched his stubbled chin. “Too much mishegoss.”

“You know Yiddish?” I couldn’t believe he’d used the slang term for craziness.

“Just the good words. Jewish grandmother.”

“Can you imagine if demons spoke Yiddish? Oblivion would be filled with the kvetching of the damned.”

Rohan giggled.

I bopped the tip of his nose with my index finger. “Aww. Cute.”

He scowled at me, more embarrassed than angry given the way he ducked his head. “I am a former rock god and current Rasha. Not cute.”

“So cute.” I twisted my body around, reversing my head and feet placement, happy to find him charged again.

Rohan switched on the bedside light, raising his head off the pillow to better take in the sight of his cock filling my mouth.

I raised my eyebrows at him, all the while sucking on the ridge of his penis.

He groaned but didn’t stop watching. If anything, his gaze grew more intense.

“Dirty boy, wanting to watch,” I said.

He threw his arm behind his head and threw me an unrepentant grin. “Dirty girl,” he countered, “liking it.”

I couldn’t argue.

Rohan caught my leg up by his head, sliding his lips along my calf. “I want to play, too.”

“Nope.” I angled my body away from him. “I want you in me. Now.” Getting onto my knees, I reached into his bedside table drawer and plucked out a condom. It could only mean one thing, since he wouldn’t have brought other women to Demon Club. “Look who was hoping I’d stop by?”

“Don’t be cocky.” He parroted back my earlier words to him. “It’s insufferable.”

“But I pull it off so well.” I tossed the package at him.

He tossed it back. “Put it on me.” His command was issued in a husky rumble.

Blood rushed from my brain in a dizzying surge. I ripped the foil packet open with my teeth and rolled the condom over him, so frantic to ease the pressure inside me that I didn’t do my usual tease. In fact, I screwed up the direction, cursing when I put the condom on backward, essentially short-sheeting his dick.

Rohan rectified the situation with ease. And great haste.

Knowing from previous encounters that this was another place where guys took the opportunity to kiss, I scooted to the edge of the bed still on my knees, my forehead bowed to the bed.

He didn’t argue, coming to stand behind me. “Open your knees wider.”

I complied and then, finally, he pushed achingly slowly inside me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head at the delicious prolonging. “That feels… yesssss.”

Rohan pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades. He rocked back and forth for a second, his hands braced on my hips.

I pushed back against him and that was it. Any thoughts of taking it slow were out of the question. I luxuriated in the feel of him, pounding into me, hard and fast. The top blanket bunched under my calves, our movements making a jumbled mess out of his sheets, every thrust causing my sensitive nipples to brush against the bed. My eyes were wide, my mouth hung open slack, and my fists balled the blanket on either side of my head. Pleasure snaked through me.

I stroked Cuntessa, feeling another orgasm starting to build.

“Not yet,” Rohan commanded. He pulled out of me and I whimpered. I’d have begged at this point for more. He rolled onto his back, setting me on top, cowgirl-style.

I groaned as very inch of him slid fully and completely inside me. “I’m at your mercy,” I said in a thick voice.

My words kicked him into overdrive. He caressed my breasts, placing one hand on my hips to help bounce me up and down.

I fluttered a look at him from beneath my lashes.