Page 9 of Call Out
“Thanks.” I’m not sure if I should try it or dip test it for an infection. “Wini mentioned you have your CPR certification, and it needs updating. I can help with that, if you like?”
Her girly laugh surrounds me. “Oh, really. That meddling—” She shakes her head and buries her face in her palms. “I’m so sorry, Danny. You’ve wasted your time. I have an up-to-date CPR certificate. I think my dear old friend got mixed up.” Her hands lower. A blush of pink creeps up her neck, brightening her pearly cheeks.
“Don’t worry, it’s no problem.” She twiddles the ends of her hair as I get closer to the exit. “It definitely wasn’t a waste of my time.”
Her brows flick up. “Oh? How come?”
I peer into the discolored liquid, sniffing the odd scent and coat my lips in its fragrant warmth. My eyes stay on her silent inspection. I note how her tongue peeks free as she lifts to her toes, watching my reaction. She’s very invested in my opinion of her offering. “At least I got to taste your special stuff.” I smirk, raising the cup into the air.
Right this second, I’d rather taste her mouth. “What do you think of it? I can add some sugar?”
“It’s like a bunch of petals mixed with lemon.” I set the drink down on the counter. “Not what I was expecting.” I pin her with a smile. “It’s not unpleasant.” I need time to decide if I can finish it. “So you’ve already learned mouth to mouth resuscitation?”
“Yeah, I’m all caught up, but thanks anyway.” A hand glides to her belly like she’s trying to stop it from flipping over.
“Okay then. I’ll let you get back to work.” I push off the counter.
“I get the impression you don’t like Earl Grey?” She skirts the counter top and bats her lashes at the full cup.
The way her comment slips out makes me think she’s not talking about tea. There’s an unusual sensation inside me. Like a carnal hunger or a savage appetite. It stirs in my belly when she stares at me with that innocent curiosity. I don’t know if I’m ready to kindle long term connections in this town.Isn’t this why I came to Sunnyville? To start over. To dig out a fresh path. To live a normal life. And this girl is something else.
“Ma’am, I should check your CPR certificate to determine if you have the appropriate accreditation.” I take off my jacket and drape it over a chair.
Her eyes widen to the size of the moon. “I paid a fortune to take the course. Are there different methods of CPR? The documents are in my filing cabinet down the hall. I’ll run and get them.”
“I can check your process without the certificate,” I say in a heartbeat. “It’s important to know if you’re following the correct procedure.”
She eyes me for a second, then nods. “Okay. How?”
I crouch down, lowering myself to the floor. My boots all but nudge the wall, and my knees have to bend a little, so I can settle on my back comfortably. “We can practice right here. Obviously, you won’t be able to exert pressure on my chest, but you can count out the compressions.”
“Really, are we doing this here?”
“Uh-huh. You’ve pulled me out of an icy lake, and I’m not breathing.”
“Oh… okay.”
She hunkers down, knees tucked to my arm, skirt hiding those thigh-highs that I crave to see all over again. With a steadying breath, she places one hand over the top of the other and interlocks her fingers. Keeping her arms straight, she leans forward so her braided hair swings like a pendulum. Her mouth moves as she counts, resting her hands on my chest and pretending to push down. With every light amount of contact, my cock stirs.
We’re doing role play at her place of work, on the floor, in the middle of the day. I’m beyond aroused. This shouldn’t be such a turn on, but with this woman, that feminine scent and those breasts, all so close, I’m on fire.
Viv whispers the number thirty, and then her eyes cut to mine. I don't miss the gulp and realization of what her next move will be. She nibbles her lower lip, hesitating.
“Ma’am. I might not make it out of here alive if you don't follow the process.”
A faint smile plays on her lips, then she runs that flirty little tongue over the luscious red landscape of her mouth. She doesn’t do it with intent, more of an uncertain, no way out movement.
Her warm palm rests on my forehead while the other tilts my chin so my mouth falls open slightly. The hand on my brow skates to my nose and lightly pinches my nostrils. She hums like it’s a natural daily activity, or she’s distracting herself from the idea of locking lips.
Tipping forward, her mouth hovers over me. A flash of insecurity streaks her eyes. Each quick breath mingles with the next. Granted the professionals use Resusci Annie, the CPR dummy, not living, breathing humans, so this is a first for the both of us, but the vein in her neck hammers to the point I’m concerned she’ll faint.
I cough, faking a choking rasp. Then offer her a playful grin. There’s no backing out now. I’ve wanted this ever since I found her on the sidewalk.
She giggles, jostling flyaway silky strands of hair that tease my neck. The subtle tickle sends a shiver down my spine. With her chestnut eyes drilling into my mouth and her breath held, she carefully descends until we finally unite. I freeze, waiting for her next move. The thrill of her lips on mine, with no other reason than kissing me back to life, is too intense. Explosions scorch and burn through my muscles. My hand flies up and nestles at the back of her neck, locking her in place. Her fingers release my nostrils, and I kiss her. Tender doubting lips move with mine. Our tongues explore tentatively. My skin sparks with a surge of adrenaline. The hot secretive sensation makes me feel alive for the first time since my life ended.
The mobile phone in my pocket bounces against the chair leg, amplifying the vibration. Viv bolts upright, breaking up the moment. She covers her mouth with splayed fingers.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
