“He saw my panties,” I continued.
“Yeah, but I think it was your red cheeks and ‘just been fucked’ hair that gave it away. The panties were a bonus.”
I rolled my eyes. “Maybe he thought you were forcing me.”
Killian barked out a laugh. “Baby, you were on top of me if you recall. And fuck, you were hot riding my cock.”
“Sir.”
My cheeks burned because the officer stood at the window, his hand out with Killian’s ID, and he must have heard that last comment.
“Thank you, Officer,” Killian said, taking his license and placing it in his wallet again.
Bastard wasn’t even rattled.
“I didn’t recognize you,” the officer continued. “You’re Kite from Tear Asunder.”
“Yeah,” Killian replied.
My brows lifted and I was surprised when the officer held out a pad of paper.
“Would you mind? My kids are huge fans.”
Killian graciously took the pen and pad. “Pleasure. What are their names?”
“Jessica and Brandon,” he replied.
Killian scribbled something on one page, flipped the page, scribbled again then passed the pad and pen back.
“Thank you. And sorry to disturb you and your girlfriend. But I’d advise next time, keep the alleys clear.”
“Of course.”
“Ma’am.”
“Uh, thank you,” I said.
“Kite. Great to meet you. And thanks again.”
“Anytime.”
The officer walked back to his car, got in and honked once as he backed out of the alley.
Killian started the car and pulled out.
“Do you do that often?”
“Which part?”
“Get caught having sex in a car.”
“Never had sex in the car before,” he said. “I don’t like public sex. I’m private with everything.” But he publicly dated me. We had sex in a car. He had me on his lap at Compass. He kissed me in front of all his friends.
He stopped at a red light and looked over at me, his expression serious. “Seeing you with my friends, Savvy. Seeing that you fit. Fuckin’ irresistible.”
He pulled up in front of my building, got out, then walked me up to my door. I wasn’t sure if he was going to stay or not, but since he didn’t park, I figured he wasn’t. I put the key in the lock then opened the door before turning to him.
“Why haven’t you ever dated before?”
“Does it matter?”
“Well, maybe not. I’m not sure what we’re doing here or if I still have a job, but if we are doing something, then yeah, it’s important.”
He nodded. “We’re doing something, Savvy. And I can’t say you don’t have a job at the club, even though I’d like to. And I’ve never wanted a relationship. The attachment.”
“Why not?”
He hesitated and ran his hand down my arm to my hand. “No one ever measured up to you.”
My breath hitched.
“I don’t want to define this, Savvy. I just want you.” He leaned in and kissed me. “Wanted you from the beginning. And I was pretty clear then what would happen if you ever came near me again.”
“The beginning when?”
He slipped his hand under my hair, fingers gentle on the back of my neck. “When I kissed you for the first time.”
My pulse spiked and my body heated. “We were teenagers, Killian.”
“Yes. And I was too fucked up to have a girl like you. Never thought I could have you. I’m still fucked up, and you’ve had a taste of that.” He leaned in, his lips next to my ear. “Breathe, Savvy.”
“I can’t,” I whispered.
He half smiled then kissed me. It was brief, but it was all Killian—confident, casual, controlling, with a hint of fierce, raw emotion.
I wanted so badly to trust him, but I needed time to think. Today was overwhelming, and my head was spinning with Killian and what he did to me.
He released me. “I’ll call you later.”
I stood in the hallway, leaning against my door watching him as he jogged down the stairs.
“Did I win the bet?” My head snapped over to Trevor standing in his doorway smirking. “Because with that face, you were definitely just fucked.”
“Oh, my God. I never made a bet.” I opened my door and slammed it behind me, hearing his laughter.
I texted Savvy as I walked toward dick David’s studio.
Will you stay at my place tonight?
A sleepover?
I chuckled, which was exactly what I needed before confronting her scumbag ex.
Yes. We’ll order in. And watch a movie. Naked.
She didn’t reply right away, and I imagined her tapping her finger along the side of the phone debating. I knew she was hesitant real dating me. Fuck, she was hesitant fake dating me, but there was no denying what was between us.
I hadn’t been able to see her for two days as we’d pulled a couple of all-nighters recording at Logan’s. But I’d called, texted and sexted. And the fuckin’ girl was a natural at sexting, leaving me with a perpetual hard-on.
Sounds like a slumber party.
What kind of slumber parties have you been to naked?
LOL. Can I choose the movie?