If only I could get better acquainted with her… every part of her.Damnit. I’m usually more in control of my thoughts than I am tonight.
“Oh god. What is she doing?” she says, staring across the room to where her grandma looks like she’s climbing up onto a chair. “I need to go stop her before she breaks a hip.”
I huff out a laugh, nodding. Louise would absolutely be one to climb onto a chair to dance the night away and wind up breaking something.
Sienna rests her hand on my forearm. “Thanks for the drink.”
I nod once. My eyes close for a beat.
She turns, quickly walking away.
And I try really, really hard to keep my eyes from staring at her perfect ass as it sways from side to side. I really do try.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sienna
I shiftfrom one sore foot to the other as I wash my hands.Just a little bit longer, then I can get home and take these death traps off my feet.
I can already hear my pajamas calling my name as I dry my hands with a towel and toss it in the trash.
I’m half-lost in the fantasy of getting out of my shoes as I step out of the bathroom. I smack into a hard chest and go tumbling across the narrow hallway.
Strong arms band around me as we both backstep until we run into the wall. A puff of air expels from my lungs at the contact.
“Crap. Are you okay?”
Glancing up, I see my savior is yet another firefighter. This one being Tucker Danporth, with his curly light brown hair that flops over his forehead and a quintessential firefighter mustache that should be a turn off, but it isn’t at all.
When I don’t answer him, he asks again, “Are you alright?” His finger trails down the side of my face.
I blink, trying to get past how it feels having the length of his body pressed against mine. I realize my hands are fisted in his shirt.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I manage to get out. “I should have been paying attention.”
His hand, which was on my face, is now idly playing with the hair that’s draped over my shoulder. “I’m the one who bulldozed in and plowed you into the wall.”
He freezes, realizing what he just said. We both laugh.
“On second thought, if I was going to plow you into a wall, I would want there to be fewer layers between us.”
I let my head rest back against the wall as I gaze up at him. “Is that so?”
He nods. “I mean, that dress is fire on you, so maybe I could manage with that. Maybe your heels should stay on, too. That would be hot as fuck.”
He shakes his head, like he’s trying to snap out of his impromptu fantasy.
“No, not my shoes,” I whine.
His smile falls. “Are they hurting you?”
My shoulders move up and down in defeat. “Yeah, but the party’s almost over.”
“Take them off.”
“I can’t do that.”
He moves back an inch, so he can look at me a little better. “Why not? Fuck what anyone else thinks.”
