“Such a good girl,” he praised leaning down to lick a path up her neck. “Is your pussy hungry for me—are you ready to come again?”
She wrapped her legs around him then in answer, as though to keep him there—like there was any other place he would rather be.
Already, she had forgotten his warning, her mindless cries echoing, but it was like music to his ears, but as much as he loved it, he clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle them.
Seeing her like that, mouth covered and his body practically pinning her to the floor, he knew he wouldn’t last long.
Is this how you like it, he whispered before biting the cord of her neck, dragging his teeth over it. Is this how you like to get fucked?
A guttural sound left him as he watched her head fall back and he was gifted with the sight of her reaching climax a split second before her pussy clamped down like a vice around his cock, milking him for everything he was worth, and he had no choice but to give in.
One brutal thrust, another, and finally a third, then he was rapidly pulling out of her still pulsating pussy. He fucked his fist, her name falling like a prayer and a curse from his lips as he came, arcs of milky white fluid lashing across her stomach and breasts.
It wasn’t enough.
It was too much.
It was everything.
“Sleep.”
Luna nearly jumped at the sound of Kit’s voice. She had been sure he had already fallen asleep once they had come back up from the pool, showered, and climbed into his bed.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t tired, she definitely was, but thoughts of what the new day would bring had her too anxious to sleep.
After they came up from the pool, Kit had told her about the assignment he needed to go on, and that she would be going with him. He hadn’t explained much about what she would be expecting from this job, but the sheer unknown of it all had her mind racing with possibilities.
Kit wouldn’t have such worries, and after the energy he expensed in the pool, she was sure it wouldn’t be long before he was asleep, but her fidgeting must have kept him up.
“Sorry.”
With a powerful arm hooked around her waist, he dragged her deeper into his side, his hand splaying low over her belly.
“There’s nothing to fear,” he said, fingers fiddling with the strings of her shorts. “I’ll be right there with you.”
“I know.” And she did. It wasn’t fear that was keeping her awake.
“Just nerves then?” he asked, his tone taking on a playful note as his thumb dragged over the edge of her shorts, seconds before he was pushing inside. “Do I need to help you relax?”
She didn’t get the chance to answer—he made the decision for her.
And by the time he kissed the nape of her neck after she’d come down from the cloud, Luna was finally able to relax.
Luna was still sleeping peacefully when Kit woke the next morning. Carefully, he pulled his arm from beneath her as he climbed out of bed.
As much as he wanted to stay there with her, there were a few last minute details he needed to handle with Aidra before the flight out.
After a short trip to the bathroom, Kit made his way downstairs, finding Aidra already dressed for the day with a look on her face that told him he wasn’t going to like what she had to say.
“While Fang may appreciate your new found interest in Luna because that makes me more available for him, I’m …”
“Not?” Kit asked, bypassing her to go through the kitchen door.
“Who you choose to have relations with is none of my concern, but if your behavior changes, then I’m concerned,” she finished hastily.
“Would you care to tell me what you mean?” Kit asked her. “I have a schedule to keep.”
“Not only have you decided not to bring the Wild Bunch with you, you’re not even taking me.”
“Your point?”
“One deviation could be the beginning of a pattern, Nix. While I trust that you’re capable of taking care of yourself, this is her—” This she said with a nod toward the kitchen door as though Luna stood there. “—first time being around other people besides perverts and us.”
Kit poured a mug of coffee as he thought over her words. “I once carried out my own personal invasion of the Balan’s Home for Boys, or did you not know that I was the one to rescue your lover from that place?”
It hadn’t just been Fang either, but the rest of the Wild Bunch as well. He still didn’t know how long they had been in the orphanage—there were some secrets they refused to share—but when he had come for the Professor, he had freed as many of the children as he could.
“No, he never mentioned that,” Aidra said softly. “You know he doesn’t like to talk about where he came from.”