Crash & Burn

2. Remy

Chapter Two

Remy

Rachel Garrett was all kinds of trouble. She might as well have had the word tattooed on her forehead as far as I was concerned. Although, a more appropriate place for the tattoo in question would be on the swell of her breasts. Precisely where I tended to have trouble with my wandering eyes.

With her dark brown hair, flashing blue eyes, and curves for days, Rachel was downright sexy. Her sharp attitude only made her more appealing. In short, she was my kind of woman. This was certainly not the first time I had noticed her. I’d been living in Willow Brook for close to a year now, having moved to town after taking a position as a hotshot firefighter on a crew here.

I crossed paths with Rachel every so often through the connections of shared friends. Yet, I’d never been alone with her before. Just now, she had mud splattered on her face, all over her legs, on her arms, and smudging her shirt and shorts. All I could think was that mud wrestling with Rachel would be more than fun.

I was a gentleman though. I was also legitimately concerned she hurt herself when she almost collided with me and slipped in the mud.

“Were you just staring at my a*s?” she asked.

Caught red-handed. I had, in fact, been staring at Rachel’s a*s. I didn’t care to try to hide it and let my eyes linger just a bit longer. She had a plump, luscious bottom. With her shorts wet and molded to her body, her curves were outlined perfectly for me.

I was no misogynistic jerk. I didn’t really think they were outlined for me, but my body sure thought so. I drank in the sight of her, my gaze coasting over the luscious curve of her a*s, then to her breasts, where her n*****s were visible through the fabric of her damp T-shirt and b*a.

When my eyes finally reached her face, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were flashing.

“Yes, I was,” I drawled.

Despite the mud on her cheeks, I could still see her flush deepen. The air around us felt electric as Rachel stared at me. I didn’t doubt for one second just how fiery Rachel would be tangled up with me.

I hadn’t been interested in a woman in too damn long. I was no monk, but I could’ve been confused for one the last few years of my life. I shook my thoughts away from that path.

Rachel’s mouth dropped open and then she snapped it shut before putting a hand on her hip and glaring at me. Little did she know that seeing her angry only sent a hot jolt of l**t through me.

“Well, that was rude,” she sputtered, lifting her arm and wiping the back of her hand across the mud on her cheek, an entirely pointless attempt to clean her face, especially considering her hand was covered in mud too.

A low chuckle escaped from me, and her eyes flashed again. Stepping closer, she actually wagged her finger in my face. “That’s not funny.”

“Darlin’, you’re covered in mud and you’re gorgeous. I shouldn’t have laughed though, so my apologies.”

Yet again, her mouth opened and snapped shut.

“How’s your knee?” I added.

She flexed it and shrugged. “It’s fine.” Then, she put her palm on my chest and gave me a little shove.

Damn, the feel of her palm against my chest was like a hot brand right through my shirt. I didn’t even think, I covered her hand with mine and stepped closer. Nothing was funny now.

I wanted to kiss her. Sweet hell, did I want to kiss her. But I wouldn’t. Not now. “Let’s just be honest. I want you. I’ll let you think on that.”

At that, I released her hand and stepped back. Henry, her goofy dog, stuck his nose to the c***k in the window at that moment, giving out a low woof. Rachel looked at Henry and then back at me, her blue eyes darkening. “I have to go,” she said abruptly.

“You do that, sweetheart.”