Page 70 of Hot Summer Nights

“No, you’re not.”

“You’re right. I’m not.”

I roll my eyes, trying to spin away and storm off but Kit grabs my elbow and pulls me back to him.

“I hated the thought of you working there. It wasn’t safe, it wasn’t what was right for you, it wasn’t any place for a Princess like you to work and I will always make sure that my girl is safe and has what she deserves.”

I stare up at him. One part of me wants to melt at his words, just like every other time Kit has talked to me like that. I love that he cares about; I haven’t had that in a long time. I love that he always wants what’s best for me but I need to put my foot down and make him respect my boundaries. Right? I’ve always been a bit of a control freak and giving up some of that control to Kit excites me, but giving up all control? Well, that scares the shit out of me.

“I need a job, Kit. This town doesn’t have many job openings right now and I could make more at the club than anywhere else in this town.”

“I have money, Princess. I can buy you anything that you want.”

“I want my own money, Kit! I want to buy myself stuff. I don’t want to have to rely on you for everything.”

Kit looks frustrated but I can see him trying to come to grips with my wishes. I know that Kit will always strive to give me anything that I want. I’m hoping that if I just put my foot down, Kit will bend to my will.

“Okay. I get it. My girl is tough and she wants to provide for herself. I can respect that but Stella… I just can’t stand the thought of you being groped at work every day. I’d go crazy. I know that you can take care of yourself and that’s what you’re used to but you aren’t alone anymore. You can lean on me, that’s what I’m here for. I want to take care of you.”

I look at the ground, trying to hide my small smile. I love that Kit gets me, that he understands what I need.

“Forgive me, Princess?”

“Yeah, alright,” I say, still giving him a bit of attitude.

Kit leans down, surprising me with a quick kiss.

“Look at that! Already had our first fight.”

“Yeah, and I won.”

“You’ll always win, Stella.”

I smile up at him as he links his fingers with mine and we walk towards his truck.

“I guess we can go home now. I need to start looking for a new job,” I say with a sigh.

Kit opens the door for me, lifting me inside. He buckles my seatbelt for me, dropping another quick kiss on my lips before he closes the door and jogs around the hood. He climbs in behind the wheel and shoves the key in the ignition, pausing before he turns it.

“Why don’t you work for me at the gym? I have all this paperwork and I hate doing it every week. I can pay you and that way we can spend more time together.”

“Moretime together? We’re already together twenty-four seven.”

“You don’t like spending time with me?” Kit pouts.

Seeing this 6’3” mountain of a man with a pouty lower lip and big puppy dog eyes staring at me is too cute and my heart flips over in my chest.

“Alright, fine. I like spending time with you too.”

Kit blinks, grinning wide at me before he leans over the center console and kisses me again. I kiss him back this time, anticipating it now that he’s done it a couple of times. Our lips meet, molding to the shape of the others. I twist my head, deepening the contact and sliding my hands over his strong arms and into his hair. Kit groans, cupping my face and licking his tongue along the seam of my lips. I open under him, greedy to get my first taste of him.

It doesn’t disappoint.

Kit tastes like spearmint gum and the shot of whiskey that I had brought him as soon as I started my shift. I moan into his mouth as his tongue tangles with mine. I gasp when Kit’s fingers dig into my hips, dragging me over the center console and into his lap. I can feel the thick bulge in his jeans as I settle on top of him and I moan when my dress rides up and I can feel the seam of his jeans against my hot center.

We make out like kids, eating at each other’s mouths. It’s rough and messy, teeth clinking and noses bumping, but neither of us seems to care. All that’s important right now is getting as close to each other as we possibly can. The windows fog up as we continue to devour each other. I’m rocking against him, my hands fisted in his hair when some drunk guys wander past, hooting and catcalling as they walk past Kit’s truck.

We both jerk apart and I realize that we got so lost in each other that I forgot where we were. Kit groans, kissing me one more time before he lifts me, depositing me back in the passenger seat. He buckles me back up, dropping one more kiss on my lips before he starts the truck and pulls out of the parking lot. I look back one more time, knowing that this is the last time that I’ll be anywhere near that place.

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