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 fucking 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 fucked 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.
Seeming to gather his composure back, he offered his arm. “Shall I show you?”
How could she ever say no to him?
Back in the bungalow, she dressed and climbed into bed, watching him move about. When he was with her, he always gave her his undivided attention—making sure she understood that she was the most important thing to him, but now he seemed distracted.
For a while, he disappeared into the bathroom before reappearing and sliding into the bed behind her. Nestled against the pillows, she was too tired to even look back at him.
Tracing his fingers along her side, he followed the dip of her waist, then the curve of her hip until he reached her hand. At first, she thought he only meant to hold her hand, but as Kit slipped something onto her finger, she pulled her hand from beneath the cover to look.
And was greeted by the sight of the biggest diamond she had ever seen.
“This is a ring,” she said, even knowing that she sounded completely moronic.
There was a smile in Kit’s voice as he said, “Yes.”
“For me …”
“It is.”
Now she was rolling over to better face him. Disbelief thrummed inside of her, even as the evidence was sparkling on her finger.
“But why—”