The Bet (The Bet 1)

He expected her to walk in her condition? She’d just shared her innermost secrets with the man, he’d kissed her, and now she’s supposed to climb down a ladder without falling on her head?

She slowly crawled to the hole where the ladder hung and nearly fell out of the tree house completely when she lost her footing.

“Sure you aren’t drunk?” Travis laughed.

Kacey glared and continued climbing down. Once she reached the last rung, her leg slipped through the hole in the loose rope ladder, and she toppled to the ground, her leg still caught.

Embracing the moment, she laid her head against the grass and closed her eyes, lacing her hands behind her head.

“Comfortable?” Travis hovered over her.

“Immensely. I did that on purpose, by the w

ay.”

“It was so graceful it had to have been on purpose.” He winked and held out his hand. She reached up and pulled him down on top of her, not that it took much effort.

Travis leaned over her, straddling her. “We’re out of the tree house now.”

“Yes, yes we are.” Kacey’s voice was shaking.

“So I guess I can kiss you now.”

“You guess?”

“I want to kiss you now.”

“That’s better,” she murmured as his lips descended toward hers.

It felt strange that such a simple kiss could make her entire body tremble with need. But his kisses did that to a girl. His tongue reached out and parted her lips as he opened his mouth to her. Muscled arms wrapped around her body, pulling her off the ground enough for her to arch into his embrace. Kacey pulled at his neck, wanting to bring him down to the ground. Heck, she wanted to roll around with the guy if he’d let her. Moaning, he pushed her to the ground and pulled her shirt out of her jeans, his hands just barely touching the ground.

“Damn,” he murmured.

“Huh?” Kacey said breathlessly.

“Grass, damn grass!”

“What?” Kacey wasn’t sure she was catching on. Why was he cursing the grass? And why did he stop kissing her?

Travis’s lips formed a smile as he pulled back. “I’m allergic to grass.”

Kacey lifted up onto her elbows and grinned. “Pretty sure everyone’s allergic to grass.”

Travis shook his head and looked away, a slight blush staining his cheeks. “No, not like this. We need to get some Benadryl.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was.” He showed her his forearms, and sure enough they were beginning to welt.

“You’re going to let me drug you with Benadryl?”

“Kacey, I swear if you tell anyone I willingly allowed you to drug me—”

“Your secret’s safe with me.” Kacey crossed her heart. Knowing the whole time she was lying.

“You are such a little liar.” Travis cursed and began scratching his arms. “I can’t believe the one time I get you all to myself, and I get an allergic reaction.”

“At least you didn’t stutter,” Kacey offered.