Page 13 of My Three Hometown Firefighters
He crouches before me and makes sure I’m leaning against the wall before lifting one foot in his strong hands. He unbuckles and removes one heel, then the other.
He presses a kiss to the inside of my ankle, sending tingles up my leg.
When he looks up at me with his sky-blue eyes, I wish he would kiss me somewhere else from the very position he’s in right now.
He smirks, like he knows precisely the gutter my mind just traveled to.
His hands land on my hips as he moves to stand. I know he didn’t need the support to do so. I think he just wanted an excuse to touch me.
I can feel my shoes pressing against my hip where he has them hooked over his fingers.
“Better?” he asks.
“Mmhmm,” I say, scrunching my toes against the short carpet below my feet. Without my heels on, I’m even shorter than before.
“I think I like you without heels better,” he says, angling his head down to look into my eyes. “Makes me feel like I could easily have you wrapped around me like a koala.”
Words. Words. I should say some words right now.But I’ve got nothing.
His hands flex against my hips before he steps back. My shoes dangle in front of me, and I grab them from him. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, Sunshine.” He winks, then retreats down the hallway and back into the party, leaving me struggling to piece together what the hell just happened.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sienna
My heels lay discardedunder my chair because, like Tucker said, fuck what anyone else thinks.My feet hurt and I don’t want to wear my shoes anymore.
Gram walks over with her best friend, Martha, hot on her heels. I give her a suspicious look. I already saved her from doom once tonight. I really don’t have the energy to do it again.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Gram says with her hands on her hips.
“Like you’re a wild old woman who needs to be reined in?”
She swats the air between us. “Oh, shush. I’m just enjoying my life before I die.”
I roll my eyes. This is not the first, nor the tenth time she’s said this to me.
Martha throws her head back laughing, which earns her a glare from her partner in crime.
“Not like you’re any better,” I tell Martha. “You’re always the one putting ideas in her head.”
The two share a knowing look.
“I’m your grandkid. I shouldn’t have to babysit you two.”
“Oh, honey. You haven’t been a kid in a long time. My days of taking care of you are done. Now it’s your turn.” Gram wiggles her eyebrows at me.
I love this woman, but she’s going to be the death of me.
“I just wanted to let you know we are heading out,” she tells me, resting her hands on my shoulders.
“I don’t know if you should be driving. It’s dark and, knowing you two, I’m sure you’ve had a few drinks.”
“Always so worried about me,” Gram says, brushing her permed white hair away from her face.
Yeah, because it’s necessary.
