“You might not think you’re ready, but you were begging me for it…even in your sleep.”
“No,” I whisper, feeling my eyes get big and my face turn even redder.
“I haven’t come from a hand job since I was thirteen. I’m just as surprised by what happened as you are. But I don’t regret it. I don’t regret anything that has happened between us.”
I feel my face go soft, and I lean up, pressing a kiss to his mouth. Then I moan down his throat as his fingers begin to slide in and out of me again. He pulls his mouth from mine then looks down into my eyes.
“This time, I want to see you when you come. I’ve imagined it a hundred times, but now, I will have the memory of the way you look, the way you smell, and the way you taste,” he says, lowering his face to my stomach, and then his teeth pull my shirt up, exposing my breasts. “I think I’m obsessed with your tan lines,” he says, licking my breast and making me whimper. “One day, I’m going to strip you down and trace every inch of them with my tongue and teeth.”
His mouth moves to my other breast, and I feel him lick it as well, his mouth avoiding my nipple with each stroke of his tongue.
“Kai!” I cry, my fingers threading through his hair when his lips lock on to my nipple.
His tongue flicks over the tip as his fingers stroke into me harder and faster, his thumb zeroing in on my clit. My head digs back into the pillow. My eyes squeeze closed, but then they fly open when he demands, “Open your eyes.”
When our gazes lock, I fall apart in his hands, my insides becoming liquid as another orgasm explodes through my body. My eyes stay locked on his as I float off before slowly coming back to myself.
“I now understand what beauty really looks like,” he says, pulling his hand out of my panties and curling himself around me.
“Thank you,” I whisper, and he pulls away so he can look at me.
“I will do that for you any time you ask.”
I feel my lips twitch, and I’m just about to say something when there is a loud bang on the bedroom door.
“Kai!” a woman yells. “Let Myla up! I have strict orders to take her from you, even by force. I need to get her ready for the party tonight.”
“You’re going to have to come back,” Kai grunts, rolling us over so that I’m sprawled out on top of him.
“I’m telling Mom!” she yells dramatically.
I begin to laugh then quickly gasp when one of his hands slides up under my shirt then down into my panties before it cups one cheek of my ass.
“I should get up,” I say quietly, looking down at him.
His hand goes to the side of my face then slides around as his fingers circle the back of my neck. He tugs gently, forcing my mouth down to his. His teeth nip at my bottom lip. Then he soothes it with a swipe of his tongue.
“You should spend the day in bed with me,” he says, causing a tingle to shoot right to my core.
“Myla, if you can hear me, I really need you to come out here,” Meka yells, and I begin to laugh against Kai’s mouth.
“I’ll see you later,” I tell him.
His hand gives my ass a squeeze as his hips lift. I feel the hard length of him against my belly before I’m rolled again and he’s over me, his hair like a curtain, making the moment seem even more intimate. His face lowers and he takes my mouth in a deep kiss then quickly pulls away. Then he hops off the bed. His eyes look me over before he walks over to the dresser, grabs a pair of sweats, pulls them on, and then opens the door to the bedroom, where Meka comes flying in.
“Oh, thank God. I thought I was interrupting,” she says, and I bite the inside of my cheek, because she is obviously oblivious.
“You did interrupt us,” Kai growls then looks at me on the bed again, and I can see the silent promise in his eyes.
“Are you leaving?” she questions, ignoring his last comment, coming to the bed, and flopping down next to me.
Kai grunts at her then looks at me, and his eyes change, appearing softer. “I’ll see you at the party.”
“See you at the party,” I reply softly.
His eyes stay locked on mine for a moment then travel to his sister. “Take care of my wife.”
“Will do,” she tells him on a whisper.
I watch him leave and don’t pull my eyes from the door until Meka pats my leg.
“It’s going to take some time to get used to him being in love,” she says.
My gaze goes to her. “Pardon?”
“I have never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you.”
I stare at her, unsure of what to say and not wanting to get my hopes up. But the feeling I have had in my gut since the moment I met Kai is causing a warm feeling to spread throughout my body.
“Anyways, you already know he’s in love with you.” She smiles then jumps off the bed. “Okay, go shower, We have a lot to do.”
I get off the bed, stumble to the bathroom, and shower quickly. When I come out, the room has not only Meka waiting, but also my mom, Kai’s mother, and a large woman wearing a very bright floral dress that accentuates her dark skin and fuller figure.
“You’re here! Let’s get started.”
I begin to take a step back from the woman when she starts towards me holding a bag in her hands.
“Come on, child. We don’t have all day.” She rolls her eyes.
I look at Kai’s mom, but she just smiles.
“Marcy is going to get you dressed and make sure your dress fits you. She can size it while we go out and get your hair and makeup done.”
“Um…I thought we were just doing a small get-together.”
“We are, but there will be a photographer and I would like to have some pictures of you and Kai,” my mom says, making me feel guilty.
I swallow down my own personal feelings and walk towards the woman. “Where would you like me?”
“Here is just fine.” She stops in front of me, sizes me up, and then opens the garment bag, pulling out a white dress. “You’re much smaller than he normally likes,” she mutters to herself.
I shake off the feeling I get from her words and look at my mom.
“You’re going to look beautiful.” My mom smiles then begins talking to Kai’s mom and sister.
Even though I’m in a room full of people, I feel alone. I close my eyes and wish that I were back in bed with Kai again.
“Makamae.”
I lift my head and my eyes crash with Kai’s. His eyes run over my hair and body then land on my feet before meeting my gaze again. When I looked in the mirror after his sister and Marcy finished with me, I was shocked. I looked like a model—nothing like myself at all.
