My fingers bit into his biceps, the steel bulge of muscle barely enough to anchor me. Dear holy … "Gonna come," I panted.
He bit my shoulder. "Not yet." He stopped and I mewled. I fucking mewled. I was torn between smacking him for killing my momentum and thanking him for prolonging the delicious pleasure coursing through me. Again I reached for his belt and again he twisted out of reach. But he did start stroking me once more. The multitude of rings he wore added a delicious friction and everywhere his bracelet rubbed against my skin left goosebumps.
I pressed against his palm, convinced I was about to lose my mind.
His mouth was hot against my ear. "I want to fuck you up against the glass of my hotel room with all of Prague laid out before us." He caught my finger, sucking it into his mouth, matching the tempo of his strokes. His tone was so conversational. So mild.
The surge of lust that ripped through me at that image was anything but.
He smirked at my wild shudder.
"Enough." My blood heated at the sight of him remaining so composed, so in control, while I was coming apart. "Get on the bed," I ordered, unbuckling my shoes and kicking them off. They fell sideways on the carpet, my stockings quickly following, topped off with the puddle of my skirt.
Rohan tilted his head to look at me standing there in my open shirt and bra, but didn't move.
"In or out, Snowflake. I'm good either way." Lie, but I'd finished myself off before and I'd do it again if I had to.
"You want to call the shots?" Rohan dropped to his knees before me. "Have at it."
I could barely breathe for the emotion clogging my chest at the sight of him, this disheveled fallen angel giving me carte blanche. I suppressed my first instinct of "suck my clit." I'd learned there were definite advantages to letting Rohan take his sweet time with all parts of my body. "Lick my thigh."
Rohan curled a hand around the back of my knee. Head tilted, he positioned himself between my legs, the soft strands of his hair tickling my inner thighs.
I giggled until, teasingly, achingly slowly, he swiped his tongue along my skin, completing his path with a bite. That's when I shivered. "I didn't order that." My voice sounded thick. My hands tightened in his hair as much for balance as punishment.
He bowed his head in atonement, pressing a kiss to the pale skin showing the faintest press of teeth marks.
"Undo your belt."
He unbuckled it without comment, then waited, his hand on his fly, a question in his eyes.
"That too."
The button popped open, Rohan again still. "The reins of power too much responsibility for you?" he teased when I continued to remain silent.
I caught my bottom lip between my teeth. "Considering my options. Why are you so willingly going along with this?" I didn't trust his motives. Usually Rohan's alphahole tendencies surfaced when I tried to direct the action.
"Because it still gets me what I want," he said.
"What's that?"
With a sharp jerk, he pulled his belt free from the loops. "You."
I tackled him to the ground, tearing at his zipper. His cock sprung free. A quick sheath of latex, two hard strokes inside me, and my orgasm ripped through me. I shattered, pulled apart by the tsunami racking my body. My vision blurred, the world falling away. My head fell back as I cried out.
My cries set him off, jaw locked tight, pupils dilated, a hard shudder racking his body.
Blood pounded in my ears. If I'd had claws, I'd have unsheathed them with a snarl. I never came that fast. Never became raw desire. I'd perfected the art of keeping that side of myself in check. Until now. I didn't want that.
Couldn't have that.
Still laying on top of him, I seethed even as I luxuriated in the feel of him still buried inside me. Rohan was not generally a two-minute wonder. But he wasn't freaking out that in me, he'd met the one person who challenged his precious control, was he?
He brushed aside the strands of my hair draped over us like a curtain and raised his head, moving in for a kiss.
My afterglow blew away. I rolled off of him into sitting position, pulling my shirt closed. No, he'd been in charge the entire time. Gotten exactly what he wanted and pushed me to a new edge in the process. I drew my legs in, resting my head on my bent knees, the only sounds in the room the rustling of his clothing as he dressed.
The buzz of my phone shattered the tense silence. I crawled over to the nightstand, and reached out, fumbling for it. Dr. Gelman had sent me a room number at the Bohemia International Hotel with the words, twenty minutes. Don't be late. Brilliant. Ari's best hope rested on an impossible time frame. "You need to go."
Rohan didn't answer. I didn't take my eyes off the screen even though I was desperate to see the look on his face. See if there was longing, or regret. Or tenderness.