Page 35 of The Sweetmate
“I’ve given women plenty of reactions but this is the first time I need to give her a shot to calm her down.” Casey teases in the elevator.
My tongue is thick as I force the words out. “Giving hives is not something to brag about.”
“That’s your version of the story. I’m going with you swelled with excitement and needed to be sedated to calm down after my kiss.”
I flip him my middle finger. This is humiliating. Worse, it was me who kissed him. I know better! I knew he was drinking apple juice. Tears begin to swell in my eyes and that’s all I need now is to be snotty and wet faced on top of a swollen mouth.
“Come here.” The warmth of Casey’s body immediately puts my body at ease. “I’m sorry.” He kisses the top of my hair. “I shouldn’t have been drinking.”
“It was apple juiws.” I barely manage to sayjuice.
“I forgot you were allergic. I feel like such a shit. I was trying to tease you to make you feel better. And make myself feel less awkward.”
Why does he have to be so honest and cute? I want to sulk and be pissy. He’s the worst. “It’s not your fault. I kithed you.”
“I love hearing you admit that you kissed me. Although it borderline sounded like you killed me.” He tilts his head. “I did almost kill you.” A slow smirk spreads across his smug face. “With my kiss.” If looks could kill right now, he’d be dead on this elevator floor. “Sorry. I make jokes when I’m nervous. I can’t be serious right now or I’ll start freaking out.”
The elevator finally dings and we hurry to our room. I go to my bag and find my emergency kit. Right now, I need to take some medicine, shower, and sleep. In the short time I’ve known Casey, I’ve made one reckless decision after another. However, it’s also the most fun and alive I’ve felt…ever.
As I lock myself in the bathroom, I hear the gentle tap of Casey’s fingers against the door. “I’m here if you need me. You know…this will be a fun story to tell one day.”
If my mouth wasn’t so swollen, I’d smile. He’s right. Of course, he’s right. Kissing Casey Riis under sparkling lights while dressed like a goddess, it was worth an allergic reaction.
Chapter 11
Casey
I could’ve handled Lisa’s allergic reaction better. Seeing her lips swollen like that was scary, and they just kept growing. I’d been caught off guard when she kissed me. And I’d been too delighted and eager to realize the danger before slipping my apple juice coated tongue between her lips.
The bathroom door clicks and Lisa steps out. Face freshly washed of all makeup, hair in a wet braid, and wearing fuzzy pajama pants and a baggy shirt. I rub my hands together and stand awkwardly in front of my fake girlfriend, who at the moment is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“We’re back to a one bed situation.” I state the obvious.
We both shuffle our feet back and forth. I can only assume she wants me on the couch, but I’d like to sleep in that big comfy bed. This is a terrible idea but I’m going to go for it. “I was uh…thinking…”
Lisa grins. “That sounds dangerous.”
“Very.”
“Not to interrupt you, but I was also having some dangerous thoughts while in the shower.”
My interest is peaked. Dangerous thoughts? Shower? Wet? Pleasuring herself? Now she wants me to do it to her? I’ll even become organized for her. I’ll make a fucking spreadsheet and we can make a list of positions and I’ll go down checking them off one by one. Licking, biting, sucking.
She clears her throat bringing me back to the present and out of my perverse happy thoughts. “Are you okay with that?”
“I – I – I’m gonna be honest. You lost me after dangerous thinking while you were lathering and rubbing yourself in the shower. My mind took off and there was no reeling my thoughts in.”
I nervously wet my lips, and I go for a non-threatening or predatory smile.I’m a pervert, but I’m harmless.
“I asked if you want to take turns?”
“Very thoughtful. But you need to be more specific. My mind is still somewhere else, and the answer to that is I’d be open to taking turns. Very much so.”
“I don’t even want to know what you’re thinking. I was talking about the bed. Who gets to sleep in the bed.”
“Funny enough, I was also thinking about the bed before you walked out.” I cringe and quickly add, “Not in a naughty way. In a friendly and comfortable way. As in why should either of us suffer when the bed is plenty big enough for us to both share it. With pillows as a barrier between us.”
“Yes.”
