Free Turbulent Kisses by Jessica Gray

them to stop and catch their breath. Chase ran silently at her side about half way back to where they’d started, before his curiosity got the better of him.
    “So, what happened?”
    “Nothing.” She turned her head to him, her eyes spitting mad. Rather than answer his question, she stopped running and dropped to the ground, doing pushups like a maniac.
    He couldn’t hold back a smile. If she wanted to work herself into absolute exhaustion, he’d happily assist.
    Chase sensed her desperation and understood what she was trying to do. He’d done the same thing many times in his life when he’d needed an outlet for his fear, anger, or whatever other emotion that was too strong to carry around.
    He decided the only thing he could do for her at the moment was to be with her and follow suit. Whatever exercise or stretch she did, he imitated.
    And it was an amazingly challenging workout. Completed with the woman who had crawled into every crevice of his existence without even trying.
    When he offered to do some partner exercises with her, she nodded and he rejoiced at having his hands on her once again. Being so near to her stirred up all his conflicting emotions and he asked again, “What really happened this morning, Pearl?”
    She was lying on the sand, pushing with her bent legs against his body weight, and he observed the fury fill her face again. Moments later, she extended her legs with full force, almost knocking him over.
    Chase was done watching her silently fight him and used all his strength to push against her feet and bend her legs again. This was about much more than her simply refusing to tell the truth.
    “Shit! Get off me!” She continued to curse at him, gritting her teeth as she attempted to push him away.
    Chase held tight for a few moments longer, but then let her struggle him off. He twisted his body and fell to the ground beside her, and rolled them over until she was lying on top of him.
    When she opened her mouth to berate him, he swooped in and covered her lips with his own. The sexual tension between them exploded and she ravished his mouth with the same force she’d tried to push him away earlier.
    They kissed again and again, and he felt her desire rising as she pressed her curves into his hot and aching body.
    Until she suddenly stopped, shoving at him frantically, while she rolled off him.
    He quickly got back up to his feet, and offered her a hand up, but she shrank away from him. Once to her feet, she shot daggers at him and reminded him with a bone-chilling voice, “No touching. No kissing. I’m out.”
    She turned and stomped off, leaving a very confused, very frustrated man behind. She’d shot him down for the second time. This time, rather than getting angry at himself or at her, he let the challenge fuel his determination.
    She had wanted that kiss as much as he had. He hadn’t mistaken the signals her body was putting out. He had felt how hot she was for him. So why had she turned it off like that?
    His eyes followed her until she disappeared from view, before he headed home. He wondered if he’d ever see her again and cursed himself for being so stupid. She’d made her rules known, and he should have played by them for a bit longer, rather than trying to overwhelm her with desire.
    He’d screwed up. Again.
    On his way back he found a couple of beer cans hiding in the bushes and took his frustration out on them, kicking them ahead all the way home. At the very least, it helped get rid of some pent up energy.
    The phone rang as he entered the back door and he answered it, “Hello?”
    “Hey, Chase. Just the man I was hoping to talk to.”
    Chase cradled the phone between ear and shoulder to take off his shoes. “Hey Russell. What’s up?”
    “Wondering if you’re free tonight?”
    “Sure.”
    “Good. I have this patient who is struggling with some decisions. She’s a competitive diver, who’s had a major training injury a while back. Anyway, she needs to make some