Page 17 of Rhett

Pushing those thoughts away, we settle on the couch with our pizza, sitting close enough that our legs are touching. I turn on Modern Family and as we eat, I keep sneaking glances at Rhett. Even just casually eating pizza, he looks gorgeous.

“So, tell me more about growing up with Cooper,” I urge, wanting to learn more about him. “You guys must have some good stories.”

Rhett chuckles. “Oh yeah. I honestly can’t remember a time when he wasn’t in my life. We both wanted to be firemen since we were kids. I’m sure if you ask him, he’ll tell you I was the instigator of all the trouble we caused, but it was all him. He always got me in trouble.”

I smile while listening to his stories, and he’s got a lot of them. They were little heathens. “I’m sure you had the girls all over you.”

He turns to face me. “I’ll admit, I’ve been Mr. Hit It and Quit It, but I swear to you I’ve never led anyone on. That isn’t what this is.”

“I know it’s not,” I reply as I set my plate down.

Rhett sets his plate down too, turning to face me fully on the couch. His dark eyes search mine intently. God, I could get lost in those dark depths.

“Sofia, I want you to know that this thing between us—it's different for me. I've never felt this way about anyone before,” he whispers.

My heart starts racing at his words. “It's different for me too,” I admit. “I don't have a lot of experience with relationships. To be honest, you kind of intimidate me sometimes.”

Rhett's brow furrows. “Intimidate you? Why?”

I look down, suddenly feeling shy, and a little nervous to share what’s on my mind, but I power through. “You're just so...everything. Gorgeous, brave, funny. Sometimes I wonder what you see in me,” I choke out.

He reaches out and gently tilts my chin up to meet his gaze. “Sofia, you are absolutely beautiful inside and out. You are kind and sweet and so much stronger than you know.”

Rhett's words make my heart flutter. I search his eyes, looking for any sign that he’s lying, but find only warmth and honesty there.

“I'm not used to someone seeing me that way,” I admit softly. No one has looked at me like he does and my heart continues to race.

“Well, get used to it,” Rhett says with a gentle smile. His hand comes up to cup my cheek. “Because that's exactly how I see you.”

Unable to resist, I lean in and press my lips to his. Rhett responds immediately, kissing me back with a passion that takes my breath away. His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer as the kiss deepens.

I part my lips, inviting him in, and Rhett groans softly as his tongue meets mine. Heat pools low in my belly as our kisses grow more heated. I've never been kissed like this before—like I'm precious and desired.

Rhett's kisses ignite a fire within me that I've never experienced before. His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against his muscular chest. I run my fingers through his dark hair as our tongues dance together.

Slowly, Rhett lowers me back onto the couch, his body covering mine. The weight of him pressing me into the cushions feels incredibly right. His lips leave mine to trail hot kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I gasp as he finds a particularly sensitive spot and nips at my flesh.

“Rhett,” I breathe out, arching into him.

He pulls back slightly to look at me, his dark eyes burning with desire. “Tell me if you want to stop,” he says huskily.

I shake my head. “Please don't stop,” I whisper, pulling him back down to me.

Our kisses grow more passionate as hands begin to roam.

Rhett's hands slide down my back as we continue kissing. I feel like I'm melting into him, my body tingling all over. When his fingers graze the strip of bare skin between my shirt and jeans, I shiver.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he looks at me. “Is this okay?” he asks softly.

I nod, not trusting my voice. Rhett kisses me again, slower this time but no less intense. His hands slip under my shirt, caressing my lower back. I thread my fingers through his hair, loving how soft it feels. We continue making out on the couch for what feels like hours, hands roaming and exploring but not going too far. Eventually, Rhett pulls back, both of us breathing heavily.

“We should probably cool things down,” he states reluctantly.

I’m disappointed, but I hide it well, or so I thought.

Rhett grips my chin. “The night we cross that line, I want it to be perfect.”

I’d be worried he wasn’t attracted to me, except for the fact his cock is hard and testing the strength of his jeans.

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