“Don’t get me wrong,” Cody said as she looked back at him. He was grinning as he held her tight. “But you don’t have to throw yourself at me.”
Heat warmed her cheeks. “Someone bumped into me.”
He just smiled, a slow sensual smile that curled her toes.
The slow song was winding down and she didn’t want it to stop. Without realizing that she was doing it, she moved up onto her tiptoes and he lowered his head.
When his lips met hers, it was like fireworks went off in her belly and in her mind. Vaguely she was aware that a faster tune had started playing, but still Cody kissed her. It was a long, slow kiss that sent thrills from where their lips met straight to her toes.
She was breathing hard when they parted and she looked into his eyes that glittered in the low lighting.
His throat worked as he held her gaze. “Ready to go home?” His voice was husky.
She only hesitated a moment before she gave a single nod. He put his palm on her lower back and guided her through the crowd of dancers.
Excerpt…Fire and Ice
“I think I’ll burn down my house.”
“What?” Sandy jerked her head up, her hands frozen over her ice skate in mid-tie as she stared at Chelsey.
Chelsey Daniels barely noticed as she nodded toward a hockey goal at the end of the ice rink. They sat close enough that they could see a gorgeous dark-haired man as he practiced hitting a hockey puck into the net. He slapped the puck past a goalie wearing protective gear.
Music blared from the speakers as several people skated around the rink. The skaters kept their distance from the hockey players.
“Bette in concessions told me his name is Grady Donovan, and he’s a firefighter.” Chelsey put one elbow on her knee and rested her chin in her palm as she stared at the man who certainly set her on fire. Just watching him did funny things to her midsection, as if a pair of champion skaters performed triple axels in her belly. “He moved here to Wisconsin from Seattle.”
“Imagine finding that needle in the haystack of 75,000 Appleton residents.” Sandy gave Chelsey a teasing look. “You wouldn’t want to let it slip from your fingers.”
The firefighter wore jeans and a blue T-shirt that stretched at his biceps and chest. Chelsey would bet her last dollar he had ripped abs, too. “If only.”
“Hmmm.” Sandy finished securing her skate. “Have you seen the latest firefighter calendar? He’d definitely qualify for Mr. January.”
“Any month would do.” Chelsey sighed. “Yep, I definitely need to burn down my house.”
Sandy shook her head. “You’re a nut.”
Chelsey straightened and looked away from the man. “Think he likes BBW?”
Sandy lightly punched Chelsey in her upper arm. “Dammit, Chelsey. You’re gorgeous, and that’s that. Not only on the inside, but you are amazingly beautiful on the outside. No one cares about anything but who you are.”
Chelsey rubbed her arm even though it didn’t hurt. “Can’t help it.”
Sandy narrowed her gaze. “Yes. You. Can.”
Chelsey offered her friend a smile. “I’m happy with who I am…I just wondered—” She snapped her mouth shut at the murderous look in Sandy’s eyes. Chelsey raised her hands, her palms facing Sandy. “Nothing. I wondered nothing.”
Sandy sniffed as she stood and they made their way to the rink. “Come on and show me those moves you promised to teach me.”
Chelsey stepped onto the ice, conscious of the man who had taken over her waking fantasies. She was grateful she was skilled and confident enough that she didn’t worry about falling on her ass in front of him. As long as she wasn’t doing some kind of complicated move, she wasn’t concerned. She looked damned good on the ice.
The moment she started to skate toward the opposite end of the rink, Grady looked over his shoulder and their gazes met and held. He didn’t even look at Sandy, who had an elegant, willowy, and beautiful presence.
A slow, sexy smile curved the corner of Grady’s lips.
Chelsey’s cheeks heated in a five-alarm blaze. She cut her gaze away from him and put on a little speed to move across the ice and distance herself from the man she’d like to use to douse the fire that now coursed through her body.
“You’re blushing.” Laughter rang in Sandy’s voice. “Mr. Firefighter more than noticed you.”
Chelsey mumbled beneath her breath. “Shut up and pay attention.”
Sandy sniggered. Chelsey glared at her.
While Chelsey instructed Sandy on a few moves, Sandy landed on her ass several times. She laughed every time she hit the ice. They had been friends for a relatively short time, but one thing Chelsey liked about Sandy was that she could laugh at herself. She was fun to be around and easy going.
Chelsey avoided outright looking at Grady, but did glance at him beneath her eyelashes and from the corners of her eyes. She caught him watching her a few times. The thought that he could be interested in her, warmed her enough that she didn’t feel any chill from the ice.
After Chelsey had given Sandy extensive instruction on a move, she saw that the firefighter and goalie had left. She glanced around the rink and didn’t see anyone watching. Disappointment curled in her belly. She was so preoccupied that she nearly skated into Sandy.
“He’ll be back.” Sandy laughed as she held onto Chelsey’s arm in an effort to stay upright.
A song came on over the loud speakers that Chelsey had skated to in one of her championship performances. “I think I’ll stretch my legs.”
Sandy plopped down on a bench. “I’ll be your audience.”
Chelsey raced around the nearly empty rink, and let herself fall into the rhythm of what was one of her favorite old choreographed performances. She set her mind free, no longer thinking of gorgeous firefighters, or any number of things that bombarded her when she wasn’t on the ice. She was glad it was one of her longer performances. She needed the feel of cool air brushing her skin and the extra stretch in her muscles.
Her thoughts turned back to the firefighter and the reason she had decided never to date anyone in a dangerous profession. Why would she even look twice his way?
Because he’s so freaking hot and looks like a great guy.
Get a grip, Chelsey.
She sped up on the ice, performing her routine at a faster pace than normal.
Back when Chelsey competed, before her grandmother passed away, she had been a world champion skater. She had left home at fourteen to live with a host family in Colorado Springs while she trained for the Olympics in figure skating. She had worked with one of the most renowned trainers at the Broadmoor World Arena, one of the best facilities in the U.S.
Finally, she had been free of her abusive grandmother.
Her only regret had been leaving her four younger siblings with a woman who could harm them in any way. Chelsey had wanted to earn enough money that she could take care of her brothers and sisters.
As she skated around the rink, the day their grandmother died came to mind. Chelsey’s chest tightened at the thought of the unkind woman who had raised them.
Chelsey had become the pseudo-matriarch of the family and carried on, doing her best to raise her younger brothers and sisters.
She had always been an emotional eater, but she had controlled it with a strict diet and constant training. Once her grandmother was gone, and Chelsey could no longer compete because of her responsibilities, her emotional eating took over.
To help ease the tension thoughts of her grandmother caused, Chelsey performed one of her more complicated moves as her chest relaxed.
She had made peace with her emotional eating and her size years ago, but every now and then a hint of insecurity knocked at her mind. Well, she hadn’t given into that for some time, and she wasn’t going to now.
Chelsey came to the graceful end of her performance, smiling, her arms raised, her head thrown back as if she stood in front of a row of judges and knew every movement had been perfect.
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br /> Light applause brought Chelsey out of her thoughts. She whirled around and saw Sandy where Chelsey had left her.
Sandy clapped like mad. “Incredible!”
More applause came from behind Sandy, and she looked beyond her friend to see the drop-dead gorgeous firefighter on his feet in the stands, grinning and clapping.
She heard him say, “Beautiful. That was beautiful.”
The heat she felt earlier was nothing compared to how her body responded when he made a “come here” gesture with his forefinger. She was glad she wore a padded bra or it would have been obvious her nipples were standing at attention.
She hesitated just a moment as Sandy urged her on by mouthing, “Go on.”
Heart pounding, Chelsey skated to the place Grady stood. She came to a stop just inches from the barrier separating them. Not only was he built, but he had the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. Fire-ice blue.
“That was incredible, Chelsey.” He gave her a sexy grin as surprise must have flashed over her features. He jerked his thumb in the direction of concessions. “Bette told me your name when I asked.”
Chelsey felt flustered for a moment. He had asked her name?
He held out his hand. “I’m Grady.”
She almost told him she already knew, but she grasped his hand instead. Wildfire seared her the moment they touched. “I think I need a fire hose.” The words came out before she could stop them.
He laughed. “Bette, right?”
Chelsey flushed as she realized she’d outed herself after all. “Bette mentioned your name and that you’re a firefighter.”
“You have beautiful green eyes.” He didn’t release her hand, and instead drew her closer to him. “Have dinner with me.”
“Thank you.” The way her entire body warmed at his compliment and his touch, she couldn’t think clearly, and it made her feel suddenly shy. “You are asking me to dinner?”
He gave a slow nod. “Unless you’d rather get together for something more casual, like coffee.”
She was still stuck on the fact that he had asked her out. “Dinner is good.”
“Terrific.” He inclined his head toward the entrance. “I’ve got to go. I wrote my mobile number down for Bette to hand to you when you’re ready to leave.” He studied her intently. “Give me a ring tomorrow afternoon. If I don’t answer, I’m probably out on a call. Leave a message and I promise to get back with you as soon as I return.”
How could she refuse his self-assured request? The way he spoke didn’t feel like a demand or an order. It felt like something more simple. Like they had known each other for ages.
She let out her breath. “I will.”
He squeezed her hand one last time. “Talk with you later.”
She missed the warmth of his hand as he released it and turned to jog away from the rink and toward the entrance. She couldn’t stop watching him and he smiled when he glanced over his shoulder and met her gaze.
All thoughts of him being in a dangerous profession drifted away until they were smoky, floating away as if carried by a breeze.
The man flipped a switch inside her that hadn’t been turned on in a long time. Not only was he good looking, but there was a kindness and genuineness about him that was so apparent that she’d felt like she could taste it.
She sighed and cut her gaze to see Sandy grinning.
“I won’t say I told you so, even though I more or less did.” Sandy laughed. “Oh, girlfriend,” she said, “You should see the stars in your eyes.”
“You should feel the meteorites dropping in my belly.” Chelsey shook her head. “What just happened there?”
Sandy grinned. “Did one of the best looking men on the face of God’s green earth just ask you out?”
“Dinner.” Chelsey turned to look back at the doorway Grady had disappeared through. “How many hours until tomorrow afternoon?”
“Can’t wait to call him, huh?” Sandy said.
“Hell, no.” A smile crept across Chelsey’s face. “And hell, no, again.”
About Cheyenne
Cheyenne McCray is an award winning, New York Times and USA Today Best Selling author who is a rare native Arizonan but refuses to be put behind glass as an endangered species.
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