Free Southern Romance by Crystal Smith Page A

wondered why she was willing to dance with him now and not at the party.  She moved with him. 
         At first she was stunned, she had never danced like this.  She was beginning to enjoy it though.  She found herself stumbling along the way.  She could at times feel his feet beneath hers.  He however never missed a beat.  It wasn't long and with his body so close to hers, she was beginning to feel his rhythm in more ways than one.
         He held his hand at her waist tight.  She could feel his body and every movement it made.   She was beginning to learn how well he could move i t when he chose to.  He spun her around the room, gripping her waist at different strengths at time.  She enjoyed the way his hand felt on her waist, the way he demanded her body to move without even saying a word and the way her body responded to his demands. 
         He gripped her other hand with his and raised them up and over her head, bending her arms at the elbows.  She was in this position given no choice but to follow.  She liked it.  She enjoyed every last beat of it.  When the song ended, Sara kindly thanked him for the dance and started to walk away.
         "Where are you going?  I'm not done yet.  You wanna see what kind of dancing us uncivilized people do, let ’s see your kind do this."  The music began to play again and as if he knew what song was coming on next, he grabbed her pulling her close.  He moved his hips with the music and she found herself moving hers in return. 
         The music that played wasn ’t something Sara had ever heard before.  It was like music you would hear in a movie.  The kind where the guy gets the girl and then the movie ends.  She liked it.  There was a since of calming that the music brought her as Jade brought her nerves to full focus. 
         There was something about the way his body felt up next to her that made he r feel safe, warm, tingly, heated, and something she didn't know about yet, but it was beginning to drive her crazy in lust.  She felt it when he had kissed her and knew that it was him causing her to feel this way but didn't quite understand how he could do it without much effort.
         Letting go of her waist but still holding her hand, he pushed her back, dipping her in a half circle pattern and then pulled her back to him again, her small tender body came rushing back up against his and she felt somethin g she hadn't yet felt. 
         She knew what was happening and she found herself wanting this to happen.  She wanted it bad.  It didn't matter where they were, it didn't matter what her past had left her with, and all she knew was that she wanted him more n ow than ever.  She wanted him to make the burning, the lust, the tingles all of it, she wanted it gone by him.
         He turned her and then back to his body she came.  He moved his hips into her. "Follow me."  Sara was beginning to feel her rhythm go out th e door.  Her knees were beginning to twitch, she was stepping on his toes, breathing heavy and unsteady, her heart felt as if it was about to break through her chest.  Just as she had found his rhythm, she couldn't keep it together long enough to show it.
         He continued to sway his hips from side to side, almost as if he was grinding himself into her and she did her best to follow, the only following she really wanted to do at this point was him to his room or hers. 
         When the music ended, this time she didn't let go so quickly, he knew exactly what he was doing.  He stared into her eyes and watched as a myriad of emotions danced within them and again was quite pleased by himself.  He had learned exactly what it was that made her want him so.  And he intended to use it against her.
         It was almost as if he was watching her non-life existence sizzle back to life.  And he was going to daringly breach all the barriers that stood between them.
         He leaned his head down to her lips