Chapter 25
Kennedy
“Oh my god,” I groan. “That was amazing. I’m stuffed.” I lean back in my chair as we sit at Dae’s dining table in the section of the bay window in the kitchen.
“We haven’t even eaten dessert yet,” he says.
“I can’t believe you made homemade ice cream.”
A crease forms on his forehead. “It’s been a while since I’ve made it. I hope it turns out well.”
I stifle a laugh because he looks genuinely concerned, and it’s so … attractive. “I’m sure it’ll be great. But I can’t eat anything else right now.”
He rises from his chair and moves to my side, extending his hand for me to take. I place my hand in his and stand.
“From here, you can see stars perfectly at night,” he explains as he walks me to the sliding glass door. “And the moon.”
He’s right. The stars shine brilliantly, and this is the perfect angle to see them along with the moon. I start to enjoy the view, with Dae holding me by the waist from behind. With my back against his strong chest, I go to lay my head against his shoulder.
But I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the door’s glass. I gasp in horror.
“Oh my god.” My hands go to my hair, and I groan at the frizziness. “Why didn’t you tell me this is how I look?”
He spins me to face him. “What? Beautiful?”
I grunt and push out of his hold. “A mess? I completely forgot about my hair.”
Once we returned from the farmers’ market, I intended to braid my hair and take care of it later or tomorrow after I got home, using my favorite hair products.
Dae distracted me with his damn cooking. He dared to change into a pair of gray sweatpants and nothing else while he prepared the chopped vegetables for the kimchi stew, grilled pork belly, and made the homemade vanilla bean ice cream before setting it in the freezer.
I should’ve helped, but with the show he gave with his tattoo and muscles on display, all I did was sit and watch.
And ate.
Now I’m paying for it.
“I told you I’ll do your hair for you,” he says calmly as if I don’t look insane with my hair frizzed out and dry.
I begin shaking my head, but he pulls me toward the stairs. “No, you do not understand. I’m very particular about the hair—” My words are cut off when he hoists me over his shoulder and carries me up the stairs.
“What is with you and carrying me? I have perfectly good legs,” I gripe when he plants me on my feet in the bathroom. “I could’ve thrown up all over your back. We just finished eating.”
He shrugs. “I would’ve just cleaned off in the shower.” He motions toward me with his head. “Strip.”
It sounds so much like an order that my nipples tighten.
“What?”
“You need to wash your hair.” He glances over at the massive bowl sink. “We could do it in the sink, but I think it’ll be more comfortable for you if we do it in the shower.”
“No.” I shake my head. “You don’t understand,” I protest as he starts to lift my shirt and undress me himself. “I use specific products that I get delivered to my place because my hair is picky, and I have …”
The words die on my lips when he leads me to the bathroom closet and pulls it open. There’s an array of products, all organized by brand, specific use, and smallest to largest. What surprises me the most, however, isn’t the amount of products he has.
It’s that he has the exact brand of shampoo, conditioner, and leave-in conditioner that I use.
“A sensitive scalp,” I finally finish, reading the label on the bottled shampoo, which says, ‘formulated for sensitive scalps.’
He doesn’t say anything as he undresses himself. My eyes drop to his massive cock. I swallow. Even when it’s not fully erect, it’s damn impressive.
“Eyes on me, little warrior. We’ll get to that part later.”
I push through the lustful thoughts that began taking root in my mind and attempt to protest again.
“Listen, washing my hair is somewhat of a chore,” I tell him. “It can—”
“Sit,” he orders, taking the shampoo and conditioner from me.
My knees bend, and my butt plants on the bench as if my body listens to him before it does me. Dae takes the removable shower head down, and I watch as he adjusts the temperature of the water.
“Let me know if this is too hot.”
The spray of warm water on my hair and scalp feels divine. What is heavenly, though, is when Dae’s strong hand makes its way to my hair. His fingers massage my scalp, pulling a groan from me.
I marvel at the expression on his handsome face. It’s so intense and focused. I don’t even think of asking how he knows to separate my long strands into quadrants and shampoo and condition each part separately.
Though I don’t want to miss a moment of watching him, my eyelids drift closed as he massages my scalp. He takes special care in shampooing, rinsing, and applying conditioner one section at a time. That should be enough to undo me.
He even uses the slipperiness of the conditioner and his fingers to gently detangle my hair. Once he thoroughly detangles one quadrant of hair, he twists it and puts it in a bantu knot before moving on to the next section of hair.
I don’t have to give him directions to wash and condition my hair correctly. I’m amazed and utterly satiated, and despite our nakedness, he hasn’t touched any part of my body except for my scalp.
I never knew my scalp was an erogenous zone.
Not before Dae.
“Time to rinse the conditioner out,” he says, interrupting the long, lingering silence. A silence filled by Dae stealing yet another piece of my heart.
“How did you know to do all of that?” I ask when we enter his bedroom, one of his plush towels wrapped around me.
He has a towel around his waist.
“Did I do it wrong?” he asks with a tilt of his head.
I touch the lavender towel in my hair, which is currently catching the water that lingers in my curls.
“Wrong?” I ask, laughing. “It’s been over a year since I’ve gone to a salon for a wash and style, and you made me think I was back in Sandra’s chair.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Sandra?”
“She’s the stylist I go to because she’s great with everything from natural hair textures to perms, weaves, and wig installations.”
I shake my head because I don’t need to go into detail on this subject.
“It’s as if you work for her or something.” I let out another laugh because he looks relieved at my answer.
“Good.”
“You didn’t secretly study cosmetology or something, did you?” I joke.
Instead of laughing, he pulls me into him, his arms tight around my waist. “Not hair in general,” he says, his lips almost touching mine. “Just yours.”
I pull my head back before he can kiss me. “No, you didn’t.”
He shrugs. “Nothing a few online videos couldn’t teach.” His response is so casual.
I want to ask why on earth he would spend time learning how to do my hair, but his lips are on mine. The low, simmering heat in my belly ignites a raging flame. I throw my arms around his shoulders and cup the back of his head, letting my fingers play in his long, silky locks at the same time as he devours my mouth.
The insides of my thighs become slick with the growing need in my pussy.
I’m the first one to break the kiss as I sink to my knees and yank the towel away from his body. The dark, angry-looking tip of his cocks meets me at eye level. He’s at full mast.
“Baby?” he questions, his fingers going to my face and jaw. “What are you doing?”
I can hear the smirk in his question, though my attention is still on his dick.
“I want you in my mouth.”
His cock jumps in invitation.
Before Dae can respond, my tongue shoots out, and I lick around the tip of him. We both moan at the same time. I suspect I’m becoming addicted to the action of sucking him off. I know it’s not the act itself that has me this greedy.
I take Dae to the back of my throat. Thank goodness I don’t have a strong gag reflex, I think over and over as I bob on his massive rod.
“Eyes on me,” he orders.
I do as he says, lifting my gaze to meet his dark eyes. There’s so much heat and fire in them that I can’t look away. In the back of my head, a part of me senses that if I keep up whatever’s developing with this man, I’ll get burned from all of that intensity.
Yet, I keep sucking. I revel when he cups my face with both hands, holding me in place, and starts to move his hips. My nipples harden painfully, and my pussy grows wetter as he fucks my face.
“Don’t you fucking dare look away from me,” he says in a voice gruff with emotion and need.
I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.
Again, that small voice at the back of my head tells me that’s a problem. I shouldn’t be so caught up in a man this early into a relationship.
A relationship I said I had no interest in.
But Dae Kim continues to make a liar out of me. As I’m perched on my knees in front of him, his cock fucking my mouth, our gazes locked on one another, I know it was probably a lie from the very beginning.
I doubt there was anything I could’ve done to not end up in this position.
And loving it.
His hands tighten around my face. The movement of his hips becomes erratic and driven.
“I’m going to come down your fucking throat,” he growls.
I wrap my arms around his body, digging my nails into his ass cheeks, and hold him to me the same way he holds my face.
I delight in the first feel of his cum on my tongue and swallow his release as if I were dying of thirst.
“Don’t miss a drop,” he tells me.
I don’t.
Not one drop of his do I miss. It all goes down my throat, satisfying us both. Not until he’s done does he drop his hands to his waist and pull out of my mouth.
He cock slides out on a pop.
I should be relieved to no longer have that monster halfway down my throat. Instead, though, I miss it. Him.
Without missing a beat, Dae hoists me up from the floor with one hand while he rips the towel from my body with the other.
“My turn,” he says before laying me on his bed.
His head is between my legs in seconds. Dae spends much of the rest of the night making me lose my voice from shouting from the multiple times I come.