It went well beyond the gifts—it was just Kit. He was thoughtful and caring, and the last four years had shown her that.
Once Lawrence was gone from the picture, she felt like she had been able breathe again, even if Kit made a habit of stealing that away.
She was free.
Truly free.
And everyday since, Kit had shown her the world and everything it had to offer
Like this trip.
He hadn’t given her any details, merely had her wake up and ready herself before they were out the door and headed for his car.
A mere thirty minutes later, they were on the jet.
“You’ll see when we get there,” Kit replied with the slightest of smiles, his attention on the paper in his lap.
He was by far, one of the only men she knew that still read a newspaper. It was just one of those habits she knew he would never break.
“If I guess, will you tell me?” she asked, trying another strategy.
“Patience.”
Luna kicked her feet up, smiling over at him. “We both know I’ve never been good at that.”
“Bihafio, Luna.”
Behave, he said.
Laughing, she almost missed his smile as she plucked the paper from his hands, her own gaze shifting over the columns of text as she fell into his lap.
“Who are you looking for now?”
There was only one section of the newspaper Kit paid particular attention to—the obituaries. It had seemed rather odd to her, at least until she better understand why he did it.
Sometimes it was as simple as the person that had died, the legacy they’d left behind summed up in a matter of three paragraphs, sometimes less. But, Kit had taught her that it wasn’t just the person featured there that mattered—sometimes it was who they were connected to.
Whether business wise, or familial, the message was clear for anyone that knew how to read it.
“No one of importance,” he said, drawing his gaze from the page to her.
She didn’t believe that for a second. “Anyone interesting, then?”
He plucked the paper from her hands, folding it and tossing it on the opposite seat. “Business can wait.”
“Then you’re going to tell me where we’re going?” she asked hopefully, playing with the ends of his hair. “I’m dying to know.”
Kit rolled his eyes. “It’s a place you’ve asked me to take you.”
“That list is endless.”
“And we’ll have a lifetime to work through it.”
It was amazing how quickly he could turn her to putty with just his words. “If I guess right, will you tell me?”
He kissed suddenly, just a quick press of his lips to hers. “Not a chance.”
Her groan made him laugh, but she didn’t have to wait in suspense for long, not when the clouds gave way and she could see the turquoise waters below.
The beauty of it couldn’t be described in words, and she had a feeling as she returned to her seat and buckled in once the sign came on, where they were going.
Luna was giddy with anticipation as they landed, rolling to a stop at the end of a dirt runway. She could barely hold in her excitement as she walked off the plane with Kit close behind and climbed into the waiting jeep.
As they rode down the street, drawing closer to the beach, she was smiling before they even reached the bungalows set above crystalline waters.
“Welcome to paradise,” Kit said in her ear.
God, she loved this man.
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.