Rakshasa Boyfriend: Jina Part Two (special preview)

I set my phone down, then walk over to Jian and take hold of his two big hands. “Okay, let me see if I can get this right.” I let go of him and start signing with my hands. Jian’s eyes go wide, and he starts to sign as well.

“Whoa! Whoa!” I laugh and hold my hands up. “Slow down, you talk too fast.”

Jian lowers his hands and speaks slower. “I thought you said you didn’t know sign language.”

“I started taking a class,” I say out loud while signing. “After our first date I realized I really wanted to talk to you.” I then drop my hands. “It’s only been a few weeks though, so I’m not fluent yet.”

“You should have told me!” Jian’s eyes widen more. “I could have helped you practice!”

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” I fidget in place and look up into his eyes. “I thought, maybe, one morning, we’d wake up together and you’d roll over and we’d kiss and I’d start signing to you ‘Do you want eggs or bacon?’ and then you would be all cute and fluff up and I would-” Jian pulls me in to kiss me. He wraps his arms tight around me while I loop mine around his neck.

I giggle as our lips part. “You can help me now.” I press closer to his body. “I got a new workbook today.”

Jian presses a soft kiss to my forehead then smiles. He motions to my bag as he sits down on the sofa. 

“Ok, so,” I huff. I then take the workbook out. “How about we set up a reward system?”

Jian tilts his head as a grin spreads across his face. 

“If I do well on my assignments and practices, you’ll take me out to the Little Place.” I inch closer to him on the sofa.

Jian nods in agreement. 

“If I do well on my tests, you’ll let me stay the night.” I show him my test from class that evening. “I did excellent on this one!”

Jian shakes his head as he grins and kisses my cheek.

“And, let’s say, when I get good grades on my workbook reports...” I set the book aside and place my palm on his thigh. “Maybe we spend the night together doing something fun.”

A low growl rumbles in Jian’s throat, and he nods to me.

I gulp down a breath. “Uhm… workbook reports are once a month.”

Jian flips through the pages of the workbook, then chucks it over his shoulder. He leans into me, pushing me down onto the sofa. He crawls on top of me, kissing me and nibbling on my ears, then down my neck. 

“Jian,” I whimper as his hand snakes up my shirt. “Jian, wait a second.”

Jian sits up and kisses me. “Eat out,” he signs.

“Huh?” I sputter, all flustered, heated, and dreamy. “But we just got here. If you wanted to eat out, you should have-” Jian licks his chops and waggles his brows at me.

“Oh!” I gasp and clutch my hands to the front of my shirt. “Eat me out!”

Jian nods and pops the buttons on my shorts with one hand. He then tugs the zipper down while watching my expression.

“If you want to?” My voice squeaks.

Jian taps his finger to my lips. “No. You.” He signs.

I look down as my shorts lay open and my underwear is exposed. I then glance back up at Jian; his expression signals that he’s eager to please.

“I’d be stupid to say no,” I sigh.