Page 21 of Secrets We Fight
“I’m assigned to keep you safe.”
“Yeah, and I don’t see any big scary guys coming to get me.”
He continued to stare at my lips as though he was fighting with himself. I knew just by the way he hesitated to close the space between us his resolve was crumbling. But what was wrong with two guys who were attracted to each other sharing a little kiss? Would crossing the line really hinder Rhett’s ability to keep me safe if something were to happen? I would think it would make him want to help me more because feelings were involved.
Without a word, he stood and came around to my side of the island. I pushed off the countertop and spun to face him. Stepping in front of me, he used his body to cage mine against the island. My breath caught, and I waited to see what he was going to do.
He leaned in, and all hesitation was gone as his lips locked with mine. His kiss was soft yet full of passion, and I felt myself melting. The scent of lemon and spices wafted from the oven and lingered in the air, but all I could focus on was the intoxicating taste of Rhett’s lips on mine, which sent shivers down my spine and made my knees weak.
When he finally pulled away, I was breathless. His bright blue eyes locked onto mine, searching for a reaction, but I couldn’t think or move. He’d kissed me. Agent Rhett Davis had actually kissed me.
His hand reached up to caress my cheek gently, and I could feel myself flush with heat.
“Is that what you wanted?” His voice was low.
“Yes.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again.
I never thought a kitchen could be so exciting, but as Rhett and I continued our make-out session against the island, it felt like the most romantic place on Earth. Our bodies pressed against each other, and every touch sent sparks through my veins. While I was desperate for more, I knew it was too soon, and I didn’t want to push him to the point where he put a stop to what we were doing.
His hands cradled my face, pulling me closer, as if we were both trying to meld into one another. “Fallon,” he whispered against my lips. “No one can know.”
“Of course not.”
One of his hands gripped my hip firmly, tugging me to press against him, while the other tangled in my hair. I moaned softly against his lips, and the sound seemed to fuel his passion even more. In a sudden burst of determination, he lifted me effortlessly onto the granite counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dragged him toward me, still kissing him as though my life depended on it.
In the midst of our heated kissing, the delightful aroma of the dinner I was baking filled the air. It barely registered since I was so lost in the moment with Rhett. But then, the scent started to change, smelling slightly burnt. I pulled away from the kiss, my eyes meeting his with concern.
“Wait. Shit!” I jumped off the counter and raced to the oven, but it was too late. Smoke billowed out as I opened the oven door, and the loud beeps of the smoke detector echoed throughout the kitchen.
In a flash, the front door burst open and Agent Day rushed in.
“It’s okay,” Rhett called out. “Fallon burnt the dinner he was cooking.”
Agent Day nodded and spoke into his two-way radio. “Stand down. Windstorm burned his dinner. All clear.” He turned to Rhett and asked, “You got this?”
“Yeah. Can you open a window before you leave?”
I pulled the tray from the oven. The charred salmon and asparagus were inedible. How the hell did it start smoking? Pressing the off button for the oven, I found my answer. I had the temperature up way too high, and while losing myself in Rhett’s kisses, I’d completely lost track of time since I hadn’t set a timer.
He waved the smoke out the window while I threw everything into the trash.
“Guess I’m ordering out.”
“Okay.” His response was almost cold, and I wanted to pry and ask him what he was thinking about, but if I had to guess, he was beating himself up for kissing me.
And that hurt.
8
RHETT
I stoodin the shower thinking about the night before.
The kiss in Fallon’s kitchen had thrown me for a loop, and I didn’t know what to do.
Trying to pinpoint when things had changed for me, I narrowed it down to the night we’d gone to Chrome. That was when Fallon and I moved from what I considered harmless flirting to me longing for things I had no business wanting. Then a couple of days later, I could no longer fight the attraction I felt and kissed him.
When I’d started my shift the day prior, I had been determined to push all my desire for Fallon aside and focus on the job I was assigned to do.
