I laughed, and the laugh turned into another cry as Kai went back under and put his mouth on my other nipple, biting softly through the bathing suit before moving lower. The heat of his mouth and the cool of the water on my stomach twined to create sensations that skimmed over me and settled deep in my core as a heavy ache of want.
He came up for air again, kissed me again, and held my face in his hands. His eyes were dilated with lust but that same intense care for me was there too, floating on the surface.
“Daisy…can I?”
My head nodded mutely before my brain could sound the alarm that this was a bad idea.
Jordan was right, I thought deliriously as Kai went back under, his mouth going at once between my legs. Bad ideas are so much better…
The heat of Kai’s tongue found me through my bikini bottoms and a slow roll of pure want swelled in me like a wave. My hand, seemingly of its own accord, found its way down and moved my bathing suit aside to let Kai in.
A rush of cool water and the heat of his tongue moving expertly and with intense hunger sent more electricity dancing through my nerves. A sharp cry tore out of me and Keanu’s head came up, ears forward.
“I’m okay,” I groaned. “Oh God, more than okay…”
I gripped the side of the pool over my shoulders, holding on for dear life as Kai held on to my hips to keep himself under, using that tongue of his to bring me to the brink and then abandoning me suddenly.
He resurfaced, blinking water out of his eyes. “This need-to-breathe shit is getting on my nerves.”
“No, wait,” I said, holding him to me before this went any further. “Kai, wait…We can’t. We shouldn’t. You need to focus and like I said, I can’t be a fling. And I…”
“I know,” he said. “And you don’t trust me. I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t trust me either.”
“I’m just not built that way. To be casual. I need…more.”
“Okay.”
I tilted my head up. “Okay…?”
“Tell me what to do. I’m not exactly a pro in the not-casual department.”
I laughed. “Well, for starters, no more kissing.”
He pretended to stare as if I were crazy. “God, not-casual is brutal.”
“I mean it. I work here. In theory. No more kissing, no more…”
“Going down under?” he said with a wink.
I groaned and splashed his face while he laughed. “Oh my God. Yes, no more of that.”
“If you say so.”
“I do. And I want to keep working here. I want you to do the Reiki and let me help you.” I moved closer to him. “I want to help you.”
He took my hand and pressed it to his lips. “Okay.”
“Really?”
He nodded and held my face again, gently. “I want to prove myself to you. For the first time in a long time, I’m going to do the right thing. As much as it kills me, I’m going to get out of this pool. Not kiss you again…” He shook his head. “Holy shit, it’s going to suck. But I can do it. For you.”
I laughed. “Such a martyr.”
But his expression was earnest. “I’ll keep doing the Reiki so you’ll keep being here. Keep talking to me and calling me on my shit. I want that. And I want you to be my date to the media thing in Wailea. Another first. Our first date. You’ll be done working Jason’s contr
act. No more employer/employee. Just us.”
“Us.”