“Kai,” I whimper as my nails scrape across his scalp and my hips buck against his hand. I trail my hands down over his chest to claw over his abs then run my fingers under the edge of his boxers, over the head of his cock.
“You want it?” he growls.
My head comes up and my eyes meet his. “I want it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
My head flies back as he enters me with two fingers. His other hand holds on to my ass, helping me to rock against his hand. I come on a moan, my face going to his neck. I come back to myself as his fingers leave me. I pull my face away from his skin and lean back enough to look into his eyes.
“Lift.”
I lift my hips at the same time he works his cock out of his sleep plants. He reaches over to the bedside table and pulls out a condom. Then he uses his teeth to rip open the gold foil packet, making quick work of sliding the condom down his length.
“Com’ere.” His hand wraps around my hip and he pulls me closer while he holds himself in place.
I slowly slide down, feeling every inch of him stretching and filling me. I still my movements when I have taken him in fully. His hands come up to frame my face, and no words need to be said. I can see everything he wants to say right there in his eyes. I hold on to his shoulders, using them as leverage as I lift and roll my hips. Our eyes stay locked on each other, just our hands moving. His cups my breast and rolls my nipples then slides down my waist, his thumb running over my clit. My hand drops and goes to our connection, feeling his cock entering me.
“You feel that?”
“Yes,” I breathe as his thumb rolls over my clit. “So full.”
“TU Kai.” His eyes close, and when they open, he takes his bottom lip between his teeth and starts pulling me up and down on him hard.
I whimper when he reaches a place deep inside me that has never been touched before. The pain mixed with pleasure brings me closer to orgasm. I lean forward and bite his chin then pull his lip between my teeth, nipping it before licking his mouth until his tongue tangles with mine and the taste of him I love so much seeps into my pores.
His hips begin to buck, and I grind myself down, crying out into his mouth as my orgasm erupts through me, causing a wave of pleasure to roll along every cell in my body. I distantly hear Kai roar my name as I slowly come back to myself. I feel his arms wrap around me and his face bury in my shoulder. Our breathing is labored, and my body feels like it weighs a million pounds as I slump against his chest.
“Are you going to be okay while I’m gone?”
I lazily lift my head and look into his eyes. “If I say no, would you stay with me?”
“Absolutely.”
I blink at the absolution in his tone and swallow back my emotions. “I’ll be fine.” I don’t want him to worry about me. I know he has his friend to think about. And I hope he can get things sorted out with Pika so that he can come home quickly, but I really don’t want him to worry about me when he’s away.
“While I’m gone, Mom’s going to come over and go with you to look at some real estate.”
“Real estate?”
“Just a few spots that you could open up a bakery at.”
I take in his words and lean forward, kissing him again. “I should be receiving the money from the fire in the next few weeks.”
“Then it’s perfect timing.” He smiles and my heart soars. “Though I will be paying.”
“Paying for what?”
“Your new bakery.”
“No.” I shake my head. “You’ve already done too much for me.”
He studies my face for a moment before looking away, and I have a feeling he just mentally erased everything I just said.
“Let’s go shower so I can get to the airport.” He lifts me off him and sets me to my feet before taking care of the condom, wrapping it in a tissue, and then throwing it in the trash.
I put my hands on my hips. “I’m serious, Kai.”
His eyes take in my posture before he mutters, “We’ll talk about it when I get home.”
I bite my bottom lip to try to keep quiet. I really don’t want to fight with him right before he leaves, but I know we’ll be talking when he gets home. When I first arrived in Hawaii, I tried to give him money for some stuff I needed from the store, but Kai turned me down and absolutely refused to even discuss my giving money for the things I needed. At the time, I was in such a bad place in my head that I didn’t fight him harder on letting me pay my way.
He places his hand on my lower back, leading me to the shower and pushing me inside before following me. After the shower, we both get dressed—Kai in his usual suit and me in a pair of sweats and a tank top.
“I know you want to stop working how you work now, but does that mean you will stop wearing suits?” I question, taking him in. The dark-blue suit with the white dress shirt and tie all fit him like a second skin, showing off the taper of his hips and the wide expanse of his chest. I have never put much thought into men’s clothing, but he seriously knows how to dress and does it well, so the thought of never seeing him dressed like he is now is slightly disappointing.
“Don’t look at me like that when you know I have to leave,” he growls, wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling my body flush with his.
“I was just asking a question,” I mutter against his lips when his mouth connects with mine.
“Be good for me while I’m gone.”
“You be careful,” I whisper gently, trailing my fingers down his neck.
His eyes go soft as he shakes his head, kisses me once more, and then pulls me out of the room. I walk hand in hand with him to the front door, where he kisses me one last time before stepping outside and heading to his car, which someone has pulled up in front of the house for him. Once he’s behind the wheel, he gives me a chin lift and I blow kisses at him.
Chapter 12
A Bullet and a Band-Aid
“So, what do you want to do?”
I turn, come face-to-face with Frank, and smile. “Go to the beach.”
“Oh,” he says, sounding disappointed.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask him, and his face transforms and he gets a glint in his eyes.
“Have you ever shot a gun?” he asks.
I shake my head before replying, “I took self-defense classes and have done some martial arts training, but I have never shot a gun.”
“Well, there is no better day than today.” His smile widens, and he puts his arm around my shoulders.
“What’s going on?” Aye asks when we walk into the kitchen.
“I’m taking Myla to learn how to shoot,” Frank says.
Aye looks at me then to Frank and frowns. “Myla is not going to be anywhere near a gun. She would end up killing herself…or one of us.”
“Hey!” I pout.
He looks at me and shrugs. “You know it’s true.” He raises a brow.
I roll my eyes.
“What if we get in a shootout?” Frank asks.
I look at him like he’s crazy.
“It could happen,” Frank adds.
I feel the blood drain out of my face, because I know he’s right. It could happen.
“It won’t,” Aye assures me when he takes in my ashen appearance.
I swallow and think about what Frank just said. As nervous as it makes me, I know that he’s right. I need to learn how to shoot.
“I want to learn,” I say.
Frank’s, “Really?” and Aye’s, “Not happening,” come at the same moment.
I ignore both and carry on. “I think it would be good to know…just in case.”
“Kai won’t like it, Myla.” Aye argues.