Page 63 of Hot Summer Nights

“I’m not a princess, Kit,” I say, feeling like a fraud.

If he knew what my life had been like up to this point then there is no way that he would be calling me that nickname.

“You’re my Princess and while you are here, you will let me take care of you and treat you like such. If anyone ever treats you with less than one hundred percent respect than you tell me and I’ll kick their ass. Is that clear?”

“You want to take care of me?” I ask, shocked. “Why? You don’t even know me.”

“You can’t feel this?” He asks, looking at me with confusion in his eyes.

“Feel what?”

“This?” He says, placing one hand over his heart and the other over mine. “My mama always said that I would be able to tell when I found my one. You’re my one. Our souls, they’re the same. We’re connected. Can’t you feel it?”

Is that what I feel? I knew that there was something different about Kit but is it really that we’re meant for each other?

Kit stares at me, his hands still resting over each of our hearts. I wonder if he can feel how fast my heart is beating. When I don’t answer him, he turns and checks the bathwater one more time.

“I’ll let you take your bath. I’ll go make you something to eat,” he says.

I stand in the middle of the bathroom, still trying to figure out what I’m feeling for Kit when he walks back over to me and stops in front of me. He brings his hand up to cup my chin, tilting my face up to meet his.

“I know that you’re scared, but soon you’re going to figure out that what we have here is real and that I’m not going anywhere. You and me, Princess? We belong together. Catch up so we can start our happily ever after. Got it?” He asks me, his grip on my chin tightening slightly.

I glare up at him, my usual reaction to being ordered around by a guy taking over. My eyes narrow as I look up at him and he smiles down at me. Before I can react, his lips come down and meet mine. The kiss is barely a whisper, there one second and gone the next. I force myself not to rise up on my tiptoes, to press my lips to his harder. I want to feel his mouth against mine, to push my tongue past his lips and find out what he tastes like. I wonder who would be in control then.

With one last backward glance, Kit leaves me to take my bath. I sigh as I watch him go before I spin back around, kicking off my high heels and slipping my dress and panties off. I’ve always wanted to use a clawfoot tub. I test the water and of course, it’s the perfect temperature.

I sigh with pleasure as I sink into the water, letting it ease the aches in my tired muscles. I stay in the tub until the water turns cold. I stand up, wrapping a fluffy towel around my body just as Kit walks back into the bathroom. The sight of him startles me and I slip in the water. Kit is by my side instantly, wrapping his strong arms around me and pulling me out of the tub. He wraps one arm around my shoulders and the other under my knees, swinging me up in his arms and carrying me out of the bathroom.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ve got you.”

He smiles, shaking his head slightly as he carries me back into the bedroom and over to the bed. He pulls the covers back, laying me down on the mattress before he covers me back up. My grilled cheese sandwich and some cut-up fruit are sitting on the other side of the bed and he reaches over, setting it down in my lap.

“You eat. I’ll take care of the bathroom and get you something to sleep in,” he says, leaning over and brushing a soft kiss on top of my forehead.

I settle back against the pillows as I pick up my sandwich and bite in. I guess I was hungrier than I realized because I finish it in minutes, polishing off the fruit next. I’m popping the last strawberry in my mouth as Kit comes back out with a plain white t-shirt in his hands. He takes the plate from me, passing me the shirt and I watch him disappear back downstairs as I toss the towel aside and pull the shirt over my head.

I’m crawling back into bed when Kit comes through the door. He smiles at me as he strips off his clothes, throwing them in the hamper in the corner of his room before he turns the light off and I feel him slide into bed on the other side. The mattress dips as he scoots closer to me and I roll towards him with the movement.

I’ve never slept with anyone before and I wonder what will happen next. Kit has a habit of just doing what he likes with me and I’m both nervous and excited to see what he’ll do next.

It doesn’t take long and soon I’m being pulled back against a strong chest. Thick arms wrap around me and hold me against him. I try to relax in his hold but it’s hard when I can feel his warm breath as it fans over the back of my neck.

I feel his lips there next, just a soft brush, but it sends my hormones racing. I’ve never had these kinds of feelings before and I don’t know what it is about Kit but every time he touches me, my hormones go out of control. I can feel wetness start to coat my thighs as I push my ass back against him and I hear him groan as it brushes against his stiff cock.

“Ahh... Princess,” he moans into my ear.

I rock back against him again, loving the way he feels pressed up against me. I’m always looking out for myself, needing to be in control all of the time to feel safe but when I’m wrapped up in his arms, that need disappears. I want to see what Kit can do to my body, what he can make me feel. A small part of me just wants to relax, to not be so worried all of the time, so I push back against him again and smile when I hear him moan.

“Princess, I want to, trust me, but I know that you must be tired and I need you to know that I will always do whatever is best for you.”

I pout into the dark and even though I know that he can’t see me, he can still read me.

“I’ll give you what you want, Princess, but then you need to get some sleep, okay?”

I nod frantically as Kit rolls his hips against me. He chuckles at my enthusiasm as he slowly slides his fingers under my borrowed shirt. They tickle as they slide over my stomach and I wiggle against him. We both moan as I grind against him and my moans grow louder when Kit’s fingers finally reach my sensitive nipples.

My breasts feel heavy as Kit molds them in his hands. His erection is still pressed against my ass and I can feel him rocking against me as he continues to play with my breasts. Kit’s hands are rough with callouses and I moan as I feel them rub along my skin, closer and closer to my sensitive nipples. Kit rolls the stiff peaks between his skilled fingers and I moan at the sensation. I can feel myself climbing higher and higher and suddenly I’m afraid of what will happen when I finally reach the peak.

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