Nix. (Den of Mercenaries Book 3)(61)

Turning her face up to the spray of water, Luna spread her fingers through the soapy strands of her hair until the water ran clean. Though they had been at the bungalow for more than three days now, she had never ventured out to the shower that was outside.

But since they would be leaving soon, she wanted to use it—and there was nothing better than showering under the privacy of the moon and stars.

Despite the drop in temperature, the air was still humid and it was made even warmer under the steam of the shower.

Kit had ventured off somewhere earlier, promising to be back in a mere hour’s time, though that had already been two hours ago.

Luna was used to his ever-changing schedule—the way their plans might have to change due to his work—but he was never shy about telling her.

Something had been different about him before he left, but she hadn’t the chance to question him on it before he was gone.

Now, as she heard the back door open, she stepped back, ready to ask him about where he’d been when she caught sight of him.

It shouldn’t have affected her, seeing him strip free of his clothes—she knew his body just as well as she knew her own—but nothing could have torn her gaze from him as he loosened the tie around his neck, then started for the buttons lining the front of his shirt.

With each one that came undone, he revealed another sliver of tanned skin, the fine hair on his chest only accentuating his masculinity. There was just so much of him … and the way he looked at her, as though she were his prey—she couldn’t resist. As he got down to his boxer-briefs, she could see the hard outline of his cock, the way the stretchy fabric barely contained him.

And as he stepped out of those, taking his erection in hand, her fingers curled in anticipation.

Something was different about him, she thought as he came toward her.

While he’d seemed in a good mood before he’d ventured off for whatever errand he needed to run, now that he was back, that mood had gone, replaced with one she had become achingly familiar.

Kit got this look in his eye when he wanted her—an expression he had never cared to mask—but he got another sort of look when he wasn’t just seeking the thrill of f*cking her.

Luna drew in an audible breath at the idea, just catching the quirk of his lips before he had his hand wrapped around her throat and his lips on hers. It wasn’t just a kiss, not with the way he bit and sucked and licked—no, he wanted her to feel it.

That he wanted her.

That she was his.

He’d done everything in his power to make sure that she only thought about him and no one that came before him. Even now, though they had been together for nearly two years, he liked to remind her just who she’d given herself to.

But he wasn’t contented with the kiss. With a hand at the back of both of her thighs, he easily lifted her off her feet, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist, putting her in direct contact with the head of his cock.

After a solid minute of plundering her mouth to the point that she was near mindless with want, he pulled away, staring down at her with steely gray eyes. Whatever it was that put him in this state, it was serious.

He released her mouth, only to trail a line of fire down her jaw and along her throat.

Luna gasped his name, her nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders as she ground her hips in invitation.

Kit glanced down between them to where his cock was nestled between her legs—at the perfect level to give up his control and slam into her if he wanted, but instead, he looked back up to her, his hand curling around the side of her face.

“Do something for me,” he said, in a voice rumbling like gravel.

“Anything.”

His answer was immediate. “Get on your knees.”

Luna didn’t hesitate in complying dropping to her knees as quickly as she possibly could. She could see the thrill, the pleasure in his eyes at how eager she was.

She took satisfaction in pleasing him.

Looking up at him, it was like looking up at a god—all lean muscle and raw power. He fisted his cock, angling it toward her mouth even as she parted her lips to take him in.

“Suck me,” he commanded with overwhelming authority, a shudder running through him as she did just that.

She could feel his rapid pulse, and his quickly waning restraint as his hands moved to her hair, gathering the strands to grip in his fist as he guided her the way he wanted.

Even in this, he didn’t relinquish control, rather f*cked her mouth the way he wanted until curses were spilling from his mouth.

He was close already, she could taste the evidence of it on her tongue, and the way his muscles corded as he stiffened.

“Fuck, Luna!”

It was the only warning she got before his entire body went still as stone before erupting, his cock jerking on her tongue as he spilled inside her mouth.

When the tension in him eased and he was pulling out of her mouth, the look on his face made her laugh.

“That wasn’t how this was meant to go,” he said after clearing his throat.

“How what was supposed to go?” she asked as he helped her to her feet.

He turned the shower off, grabbing a towel to wrap around her first, then one for himself.

“I have something for you,” Kit whispered, never looking away from her. “It was supposed to come after, but—”

“What is it?” she asked, wondering if whatever he thought to give her was the source of his mood.