Page 56 of Fever Dream
“I want this one. It’s my favourite,” Casey replies with a casual shrug.
“I could move …” I lie, intending nothing of the sort.
Casey glances up at me, amused grin tugging at his lips. “Or …or… just hear me out for a sec, H. I know you tend to get all skittish around me.”
“I donotget skittish, thank you,” I huff indignantly.
“Beg to differ,” he returns with a wave of his hand. “But anyway, I’ve been thinking.”
“A dangerous activity.”
“Yes, well. I’ve been thinking about how you said you want me to be sure about this before … well, I’m sure you remember what you said.”
“I remember.” My voice is gravellier than I intended.
“So I was thinking, what better way of knowing I’m sure than if we become those kinds of friends who kiss on occasion.” He says it so casually, like we’re discussing menu options instead of potentially exchanging another life changing kiss with him.
I do my best to mimic his tone. “Oh? You have those kinds of friends do you?”
“Well no but I’m always in the market.”
I whoosh out a breath of air. “It’s an interesting idea,” I dangle as we angle our bodies towards each other.
“So, what do you think?” he asks, breath hitching ever so slightly. Not as cool as he’s pretending then. His eyes dip to my mouth and back up to my eyes as something swirls in my gut.
“Well, it’s not a no.”
“No?”
“No.”
Casey watches me for a few seconds before he glances down, peeking up at me from under his eyelashes and I’m defeated before he even speaks. “So if it’s not a no … it’s a yes?”
This is such a bad idea. It really is. It’s going to complicate the hell out of our lives, from the way we work together, to his injury management program, to just every single day we spend together. At the same time, I am all too aware how utterly powerless I am to say no to him.
But we do need parameters. “Just kissing?”
He grins, knowing he has me. He’s always had me. This is not new or surprising.
“For now,” he agrees.
Slightly less committal than I would have liked but I’ll take it. “Okay then.”
A smile spreads across his face, lighting up those blue-green eyes I’m admittedly quite obsessed with but his confidence falters at the same time which is a good reminder of where we’re at with each other.
“So, how do we … do I just … or do you …” he stammers, eyes dropping to my lips again.
“Do you ever stop talking, Case?” I chuff, leaning forward and pressing my mouth to his. He responds with a moan that hits me deep in the gut before sinking lower and I am powerless to stop myself from pressing into him, gliding my tongue along the seam of his lips as he opens for me.
And then I’m kissing him. Again. And it is just so monumentally good, even better perhaps because we’re here alone and there are no extra footballers providing the probably necessary buffer to make sure this doesn’t escalate too far and too fast.
His tongue grapples with mine and my hand slides into his hair, the damp strands gliding between my fingers. He pressescloser to me, little moans and whimpers leaving him that send a direct message straight to my rapidly filling cock.
His hand reaches out, tentative at first as he clutches my hip, sliding along the skin above my waistband. A groan leaves me as we press even closer, my hand now sliding down to feel those biceps I’ve spent many a night dreaming about. But it’s not enough, I don’t think it will ever be enough, and I’m not able to stop that hand from moving to feel his pecs, palming him there as he moans into my mouth.
This is escalating faster than I intended. I’m also not sure why I ever thought I’d be able to control myself around Casey Calloway, the guy that is literally a dream walking. His mouth is what heaven is made of, his tongue like candy. And his abs? It’s like running my hands over a washboard, feeling out all those little dips and grooves that are making me positively throb for him.
We’re at the tipping point, right where we could easily fall into the point of no return, somewhere I desperately want to go with him. But that stupidly annoying thing at the back of my mind, quite possibly my conscience, is reminding me of what we agreed, of what I need from him before we take this any further.
