Kiss Me, Dancer by Alicia Street, Roy Street Read Free Book Online Page A

aren’t they adorable. They even take turns speaking .
    As he and Josh moved through the circuit Drew got caught up in helping his son, who seemed to be enjoying the workout. Several exercises required partnering between parent and child. Like the one-legged lunges where Drew held Josh’s back foot off the ground while the boy bent and straightened his standing knee.
    Wobbling and fighting for balance, Josh nearly fell. But just as Drew was about to drop the foot and catch him, Casey trotted over. Josh seemed to glow when she took his arms and steadied him, offering encouraging words.
    Drew admired the way she managed to be aware of everyone in the room and what they needed. He was so used to people with their own agendas, with an angle to push or sell, or something they wanted to get out of you. But as he watched Casey he suspected she might actually be genuine, a person with a truly kind heart. Something he was surprised he even noticed on this sexy-as-hell woman with a bedroom soft voice.
    “Doing great, Josh. Now pick one place and keep your eyes focused on it. Think of it like an arabesque plié. Good! See if you can crank out two more.”
    Josh glided through them, Casey smiling, his dad cheering him on.
    “Nice work.” Casey turned to Drew. “You’re turn.”
    “Only if you’ll help out.”
    She smirked. “As if you need any. Judging from your build you could zing through any obstacle course.”
    Drew grinned at her compliment. He was used to getting noticed for his build and athletic prowess. After all, he did physically embody someone who’d spent years training as a competitive athlete. Hearing it from Casey ignited that fire again. He didn’t understand why some part of his ego wanted so badly for her to acknowledge he was in different league from everyone else.
    But that couldn’t compare with how badly he wanted to touch her. “Actually I do need help. I’ve got some old nagging injuries.”
    A tiny smile formed at the corners of her mouth. “Your wrestling shoulder again?”
    “My football knee.”
    Casey reached out her arms, palms up, and Drew stretched his forearms along hers the way Josh had. As soon as he touched her all kinds of fireworks went off inside him. She smelled like vanilla and looked like heaven. He wanted to nibble her beautiful collarbone, to stick his tongue into the crack between her breasts and lick the creamy, bare skin above her tank top. Then move up her throat and taste that sweet rosy mouth.
    He lifted his back foot for Josh to hold. His upper body tipped forward, bringing his head so close to Casey’s he was tempted to turn his face slightly just to feel her forehead on his cheek. But he didn’t.
    Drew concentrated on his balance and sank into his lunges, grateful that he had the strength to pull them off with finesse. He looked down on the top of Casey’s head, wondering if she was really watching the path of his bending knee or merely avoiding looking into his eyes. So at the sixth rep he said, “Are my shoulders in the right position?”
    Casey looked up. Drew met her gaze and noted her startled blush. It was a split-second decision on his part to let his balance waver. He fell forward. She reached for his torso to catch him. Drew slid his arms around her. Josh let go of his foot with a hoot of laughter.
    Drew and Casey held each other for a moment of breathless silence, their faces only a kissable distance apart.
    Out of the blue, Trevor Barton appeared next to them. “Casey, you’re needed over at station six. Wendy and Lana Cutzman would like your assistance. I’ll handle the newbie.”
    Casey pulled away from Drew. She glanced from Drew to Trevor, opened her mouth as if to say something, but seemed to change her mind. As she walked away Drew made a point of letting his eyes follow her, knowing it would annoy Mr. Barton. They exchanged a not-so-amiable look.
    “Show me what you got, big guy.” The challenge in Trevor’s voice made Drew bristle.
    No way