Page 15 of I Accidentally Summoned A Demon
“That was hot.” Frida glanced between them. “Shit, do you guys want me to leave so you can, you know, be alone?”
“No.” Kat jerked her hands away and succeeded in getting her legs off his lap. “You’re spending the night, aren’t you? We can sleep in my bed together, like usual.”
“If you’re going to kick me out of bed,” Nex dropped his arm over Kat’s shoulders and nuzzled her ear, “then I’ll take that alone time.”
Frida grinned. “Bed’s all yours. I’m good on the couch. I don’t want to know what you’ve done in it if this is how you act publicly. Damn, Kitty Kat, I don’t disapprove, but I am surprised.”
Kat swallowed when Nex’s fingers brushed her neck. She stood and collected her and Frida’s empty glasses. “I’m going to get refills.”
“I’m full.” Frida patted her stomach. “Of food. Not alcohol. I want more alcohol. I’m going out for a cigarette, though.” She stood and winked at Nex. “I’ll take my time.”
Nex’s gaze stayed on Kat. “Please do.”
While Frida went outside, Kat refilled their glasses. Nex came up behind her and gripped her hips, leaning in until she was flush against him.
“What are you doing?” Kat nearly spilled the pitcher. “Frida’s not in here to pretend for.”
“I’m afraid I have a burning question, kitten. It’s going to bother me until I get an answer.” He traced one hand along the waistband of her shorts. “I know you’re a virgin, but . . . have you never been touched like this?” He slid his other hand down her leg, past her shorts, playing with the hem and slowly inching it higher.
Kat set the pitcher down and braced on the counter. “What makes you say that?”
“You react like someone who’s never felt another’s touch. Maybe not even your own.” Nex’s thumb caressed under the band of her shorts, dangerously close to where a certain part of her warmed. “So, have you not?”
Kat opened her mouth but made no sound when his hand slid from her leg, up her stomach, and stopped below her breast.
His fingers brushed higher and higher until they were dangerously close to her bra. “Not even here, kitten?” He followed the curve of her breast with one finger, not touching, staying below as he dragged it back and forth. “What about here?” His hand traveled down her ribs to the bottom of her shorts, then around to her butt, fingers nearly grazing it. “I can say with certainty, never here.” He lowered his other hand under her waistband, touching the top of her underwear. Kat shuddered. “No, you’ve definitely never felt this before. I can hear your heart racing, feel your breathing, smell your body responding like it’s never experienced these sensations.” He slid a finger beneath her underwear’s band. “Should I answer its call?”
Kat hesitated, trying to control her thoughts. His finger lowered farther into her underwear. She snapped out of it and shoved him away.
“What’s wrong with you?” Overwhelmed by the spreading warmth, she wrapped her arms around herself. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get worse.”
Storming past him was the intention, but he tugged her against him, cupping her face. “Don’t get mad at me, Katherine.” He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. “Don’t get mad at me for this mutual attraction. I didn’t know there’d be one, but I like these pajamas.” His hand slid low on her back as he whispered in her ear, “I’d like them better off you. Want me to show you what you’ve been missing?” He placed a hot kiss against her skin. “The things I would do to you, kitten . . .” He nipped her neck. “You’d be a mess before I got anywhere. Like you are now. Wet and ready for me to feel every untouched part of you.”
Kat fisted his shirt, eyes sliding shut. Awareness and excitement pricked all over her skin while his fingers dipped into her shorts.
“Whoa, need another minute?” Frida asked.
“No.” Kat pushed away from Nex, but his hands stayed on her hips, only letting her go far enough he could still touch her. Trying to ignore the wetness pooled between her legs, Kat peeled off Nex’s hands and hurried toward Frida. “Let’s do something fun. All of us together.”
Frida entered the kitchen and clapped her hands. “Let’s do shots!” Kat followed, avoiding Nex’s gaze. Frida poured shots and nodded to Nex. “You doing shots?”
Nex snaked his arms around Kat, pulling her back against him. “What the hell? We should all let loose sometimes.” He accepted the shot glass and dipped his head next to Kat’s ear. “Shouldn’t we, kitten?”
Chapter 8
Confusing Feelings
Katwokewithaheadache. She groaned, snuggling into the bed and refusing to open her eyes. The mattress was warmer. Harder. Kat ran her hands over ridges and frowned. She blinked her eyes open to find she wasn’t on a bed, but a person. A half-naked person. She jumped, but Nex gripped her hips, holding her in the straddling position.
“Stay. I liked where your hands were going.” A smug smile formed. “Why are you so jumpy? You could’ve fallen off the bed and hurt your ass again.”
“Let me go!” Kat squirmed, making Nex groan.
“Stop squirming, kitten, or I’ll have to do something about it.”
Something hard pressed between Kat’s legs, separated only by Nex’s boxers and her flimsy pajamas. Her cheeks heated. She pried his hands away, then clambered off him. “What happened?” Kat asked. Flustered by him last night, she’d taken way too many shots and didn’t remember coming to bed.
“Nothing.” Nex sat up, running his hand through his hair. “Give me some credit. I wouldn’t fuck a drunk person. I’m a demon, but I’m not completely evil.”
