he could in the water.
"How do I get down?" she asked.
"The same way you got up. Put your hands on my shoulders. I'll guide you down."
She did as he instructed. He slowly guided her downward and her body brushed against his. Heat and desire rocketed through him. Famke reached out and wrapped her hands around his neck. Their eyes locked. He saw desire in her gaze and he knew she saw the same in his. Neither one could deny the attraction growing between them.
"When we're on the ice, you can't come out of the lift so close," he said softly.
"I know." She leaned up, her lips skirting his.
"Famke…" His voice droned off.
Her mouth brushed against his and his resolve melted. The kiss was slow and thoughtful, warm and drugging. Raising his lips from hers, he stared into her eyes.
She nipped at her lower lip with her teeth. "Wow."
"Wow is right." He wanted – no, he needed more. But they couldn't take their attraction further, could they? Katrien had been so cold and aloof, but Famke was warm and giving, willing to give him a chance – willing to do these lifts.
She dropped her arms and took a step backward. "We shouldn't have kissed."
His heart lurched. She was right, but—
"We need to be professional." Her voice wobbled.
Who was she trying to convince? Herself or him? Famke was right, of course, but her body told him another thing.
"Right. Professional," he half-heartedly affirmed.
She held up her hand. "I just need a minute."
"So do I," he replied.
Famke stepped back and ran a hand over her wet hair.
Lord, she was beautiful, inside and out. A sudden revelation came to him – she is a gift sent by the Lord. He turned and cupped his cheeks, rocked by the sudden realization.
"All right, I'm ready for more."
He turned to face her and steeled his shoulders. "Remember, not so close on your dismount."
She nodded and rushed toward him. The rest of the session went well. Famke matched his rhythm and learned to anticipate him. Their movements became more fluid. By the end, he felt very confident that he could put Famke in a carry lift on the ice.
Chapter Six
Famke packed her father's clogs, his spoon, and a couple of chocolates in her backpack. She placed her hand on the bedroom door then paused before opening it. Chris and Stephen's muted chuckles filled the air. She recalled her kiss with Chris earlier. His lips were velvet warm, full of intimacy. Desire had flooded her body like a torrent of rain. Attraction had demolished her professional armor, yet she didn't want to leave Chris. She wanted to continue to train with him. Wanted? No, she needed to be with him. He revitalized her passion for skating, and he made her feel alive down to her toes. She opened the door and walked into the kitchen.
"Are you ready?" asked Stephen.
"You bet." She glanced at Chris. His sweet hazel eyes softened at the sight of her.
He gestured toward the door and they departed. They took Stephen's car to the care facility. The building was located on the outskirts of the city. The ride lasted about twenty minutes. Stephen parked and walked inside. A security guard greeted them in the entrance.
" Stephen deVries for Henry deVries. This is my sister, Famke, and my friend, Chris Jansen."
The guard wrote on his list, then picked up a clipboard. " Henry deVries is in the recreation room."
"Thank you, I know where it is," said Stephen.
The guard nodded and Famke followed Stephen down the main hall. Chris stayed at her side. She had no idea what to expect. The facility possessed a medicinal smell that irritated her nose. Stephen entered the recreation room and Famke spied her father watching a TV show. He wore a blue button down sweater and tan pants. He appeared very thin and his hair was completely gray. His face carried heavy age lines around his temples. She froze, not expecting him to look so haggard.
Chris reached out and squeezed her hand, offering reassurance.
She glanced at him and stiffened her chin, firming up her own inner
"How do I get down?" she asked.
"The same way you got up. Put your hands on my shoulders. I'll guide you down."
She did as he instructed. He slowly guided her downward and her body brushed against his. Heat and desire rocketed through him. Famke reached out and wrapped her hands around his neck. Their eyes locked. He saw desire in her gaze and he knew she saw the same in his. Neither one could deny the attraction growing between them.
"When we're on the ice, you can't come out of the lift so close," he said softly.
"I know." She leaned up, her lips skirting his.
"Famke…" His voice droned off.
Her mouth brushed against his and his resolve melted. The kiss was slow and thoughtful, warm and drugging. Raising his lips from hers, he stared into her eyes.
She nipped at her lower lip with her teeth. "Wow."
"Wow is right." He wanted – no, he needed more. But they couldn't take their attraction further, could they? Katrien had been so cold and aloof, but Famke was warm and giving, willing to give him a chance – willing to do these lifts.
She dropped her arms and took a step backward. "We shouldn't have kissed."
His heart lurched. She was right, but—
"We need to be professional." Her voice wobbled.
Who was she trying to convince? Herself or him? Famke was right, of course, but her body told him another thing.
"Right. Professional," he half-heartedly affirmed.
She held up her hand. "I just need a minute."
"So do I," he replied.
Famke stepped back and ran a hand over her wet hair.
Lord, she was beautiful, inside and out. A sudden revelation came to him – she is a gift sent by the Lord. He turned and cupped his cheeks, rocked by the sudden realization.
"All right, I'm ready for more."
He turned to face her and steeled his shoulders. "Remember, not so close on your dismount."
She nodded and rushed toward him. The rest of the session went well. Famke matched his rhythm and learned to anticipate him. Their movements became more fluid. By the end, he felt very confident that he could put Famke in a carry lift on the ice.
Chapter Six
Famke packed her father's clogs, his spoon, and a couple of chocolates in her backpack. She placed her hand on the bedroom door then paused before opening it. Chris and Stephen's muted chuckles filled the air. She recalled her kiss with Chris earlier. His lips were velvet warm, full of intimacy. Desire had flooded her body like a torrent of rain. Attraction had demolished her professional armor, yet she didn't want to leave Chris. She wanted to continue to train with him. Wanted? No, she needed to be with him. He revitalized her passion for skating, and he made her feel alive down to her toes. She opened the door and walked into the kitchen.
"Are you ready?" asked Stephen.
"You bet." She glanced at Chris. His sweet hazel eyes softened at the sight of her.
He gestured toward the door and they departed. They took Stephen's car to the care facility. The building was located on the outskirts of the city. The ride lasted about twenty minutes. Stephen parked and walked inside. A security guard greeted them in the entrance.
" Stephen deVries for Henry deVries. This is my sister, Famke, and my friend, Chris Jansen."
The guard wrote on his list, then picked up a clipboard. " Henry deVries is in the recreation room."
"Thank you, I know where it is," said Stephen.
The guard nodded and Famke followed Stephen down the main hall. Chris stayed at her side. She had no idea what to expect. The facility possessed a medicinal smell that irritated her nose. Stephen entered the recreation room and Famke spied her father watching a TV show. He wore a blue button down sweater and tan pants. He appeared very thin and his hair was completely gray. His face carried heavy age lines around his temples. She froze, not expecting him to look so haggard.
Chris reached out and squeezed her hand, offering reassurance.
She glanced at him and stiffened her chin, firming up her own inner
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