Wild: Wildfire by Cheyenne McCray Read Free Book Online

dance. That’s it, no more. No matter how bad you want to do him.
    She put her hands against his muscled chest and pushed away from his grasp, her palms burning from the feel of him.
    “Where were you going?” He let his fingers slide down her arms as she stepped back, and she shivered from the sensual feel of his touch through her jacket sleeves. “You didn’t change your mind, did you?”
    “Of course not.” Dee lifted her chin and did her best to give him a flirty smile.
    “You want to dance out here under the stars, or go in?” His deep voice was so vibrant, so sexual, that she all but wanted to melt into his arms.
    Dammit. You’re supposed to be cool, calm and collected and let Jake be the frustrated one.
    “Inside.” Dee moved away from Jake, and started toward the entrance. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, and the heat of another kind flaming deep inside.
    He remained silent as they entered the dancehall, only nodding to people Dee greeted as they passed by until they found a place to leave her purse. When she slipped off her jacket and revealed the sleeveless, backless dress beneath, she heard a sharp whistle from behind. She couldn’t help a smile from escaping.
    After she put the jacket with her purse, she turned to see Jake staring at her with absolute lust. He set his Stetson next to her jacket, but never took his gaze from hers.
    “Are you ready for that dance?” she asked, hoping her voice sounded steady. Casual. Not like, I want your hands all over my body now.
    “If it’s only one dance, I get to choose the song.” He smiled and closed the distance between them. “And I want it to be a nice slow one.”
    The purr of a cell phone rose up between them, just as Jake reached for Dee’s hand.
    She took a step back. “Gonna answer your hip?”
    “Hold on a sec.” Jake gave her a sheepish smile as he yanked the slim phone from his belt. He pushed a button and pressed the phone to his ear. “Reynolds.”
    Dee watched Jake’s eyes narrow as he listened to whoever was on the other end. To be honest she was thankful for the interruption—her body kept threatening to take over her common sense.
    “All right,” Jake finally said. “Keep me informed.”
    He punched the phone off and slipped it onto his belt, his eyes focused on Dee. “Now where were we?”
    “May I have this dance, Dean?” a man’s voice broke in.
    She glanced up to see Ryan Forrester, a good-looking sheriff’s deputy she’d dated a couple of times. “Why, sure, Ryan.”
    Ryan gave a nod to Jake, who just scowled and folded his arms as Dee moved with the deputy onto the crowded floor. With effort, she managed to keep her attention on her dance partner as they two-stepped to a fast tune. But every now and then she’d catch a glimpse of Jake’s expression, and she had to grin.
    A blue-eyed blonde cowboy, Ryan was the big silent type who never had a whole lot to say—which was one of the reasons she hadn’t continued dating him. She preferred not to have to carry on an entire conversation by herself. She’d heard he had a little problem with gambling, heading up to the casinos on the reservations whenever he had some time off. One thing Dee didn’t find attractive in any man was any kind of addiction, whether it was drugs, gambling, or tobacco.
    Even though she had no interest in Ryan other than their casual relationship, she danced with him for two more songs, laughing and flirting with the man the entire time—just to be ornery and drive Jake nuts.
    Ryan was smiling and friendly enough, but when Dee asked him if he had any more information on the rustlers, he just shrugged and seemed to become even quieter than normal. If that was possible.
    When Dee finally returned from the dance floor with Ryan, Jake’s scowl was positively thunderous. It was a wonder the possessive look in his eyes hadn’t kept Ryan away to begin with.
    She’d barely had a chance to thank Ryan for the dances when Jake took her by