Page 16 of Rhett Redeemed

“I don’t mind my own company, but it does get a little boring,” she says. She’s so strong and independent, and I hope that she knows that.

The food arrives, and Con licking all the sauce off her fingers is all the foreplay I’m going to need tonight.

We finish our drinks, the conversation flowing. I realize that I really like spending time with her and I’ve enjoyed her company tonight. I pay the bill and we stand and leave.

“I’ll walk you to your car,” I say, and fall into step with her.

She clears her throat. I know what she’s thinking, because I’m thinking the same thing. I don’t want the night to end just yet, but getting to know her more personally is also making me feel like this is getting a little more complicated than just a hookup, and I don’t know how I feel about that.

I don’t want her to get hurt, and right now I’m a fucking mess. I need something simple and easy. At the same time, I do like her, and we are very compatible in the sheets.

“Do you want to come over for some coffee?” she asks, leaning against the open car door. “I mean, only if you want to, of course.”

I smile at her attempt to be bold, but her nervous energy seeps in. She’s fucking adorable. But I don’t know if it’s a good idea to sleep with the same woman more than once. I’ve kept my hookups one and done. It will be crossing into new territory for me, and I don’t know if I’m ready for that. But I genuinely like her.

“Okay, sure. I’ll follow you.”

I get in my car and park behind hers when we arrive at her house. She unlocks the door while I get out and waits for me at the front. I want to push her back against the door and pin her arms up against the wood and kiss her like we did last time, but I don’t. Hell, maybe she really just wants me over for some coffee, and coming to her house for the second time is a hell of a lot different than the first time. One, we’re both sober, and two, I know her a little more now.

She’s not just a pretty face and a hot body.

As we step inside I notice she’s been renovating her house. There’s a half-painted wall waiting to be finished and tools lying about the place.

“Sorry about the mess,” she apologizes. “Hopefully I’ll be done with this wall this week.”

“You’re doing all of it by yourself?” I ask, impressed.

She nods. “Yeah, it’s taken me longer, but I’m slowly getting there. This is how I’ve been spending all my days off.” She steps closer to me, her eyes landing on my lips. “So, uhh, did you want some...coffee?”

I grin and tuck her hair back behind her ear. “Sure.”

I’m about to lean in to kiss her when she heads into the kitchen...and actually starts making me some coffee.

“So coffee wasn’t a euphemism for sex?” I ask, confused. She puts the kettle down and turns around, trying to keep a straight face. “I mean, I’m happy to have some coffee, if that’s all your offering, I just thought...”

She starts to laugh. “Yeah, I just didn’t know... I don’t know what we are doing here.”

“I don’t know either,” I admit quietly.

She looks down at the mug and then back at me. “So do you want coffee?”

I laugh, and she comes over to me until our bodies are touching, and all the laughter disappears. “We don’t have to overthink it, right?”

She nods. “It’s just casual.”

We stare at each other until suddenly we’re heatedly kissing. We’re both panting when we pull apart, and she nods to her bedroom. “Follow me.”

She turns to lead the way, and I stand behind her and push all her hair to her left shoulder, my fingers brushing against her skin. She leans against me, rests her head back and closes her eyes. She’s obviously a very independent woman, and I can respect that. But the way she melts against me lets me know she’s ready for me to take a little control, and allow her to just relax.

I kiss the side of her neck, and a little gasp falls from her lips. I then spin her around and kiss her again, gentle at first and then deeper. I slowly walk her backward to her bedroom and turn the light on, then lay her down on the bed, stripping off her clothes and taking my time with her. I enjoy the view of the beautiful bare body, nothing on her now except red lipstick, and I can’t wait to see those red lips wrapped around my cock. I stand back and undress myself, her eyes on me, sexy as fuck, especially when her gaze drops.

I’m hard. Fuck, I’ve been hard since I saw her sitting at the bar.

I straddle her, careful not to put all my weight on her, and kiss my way down her body.

This experience is different for me.

This is the first time I’ve slept with someone sober since Cara.