Free Southern Romance by Crystal Smith Page B

and skimming them slightly, he could feel her body tense beneath his hands, and then he moved to her ear, brushing it gently.  "Let's see your people do that."
         Sara couldn't believe it.  He had hooked her.  That whole show was on purpose.  Is that what he really wan ted to do?  Because she knew how to fight fire with fire.  "I get it now.  More now than ever.  If it’s a fight you want big boy, then a fight is what you’ll get." 
         Jade didn't quite know what she meant by that but he could tell by the way she walked out of the room and allowed her hips to sway, this would be one fight he wanted to last.  "Oh, by the way today we do things my way.  You might need to put on some shorts, and you won't need anything else."  And then she was gone.
         She raced up the st airs hunting for her bathing suit.  "Not the pink one damn it, he's done seen that one." 
         "Why not the pink one, I like it."  She froze in the same position.  She was bent over in her suit case back to him.  "Too bad it ’s not what you’re wearing right now."  And before she could move he had his hands on her hips pulling her backside into his ever hardened groin.  The feeling of his elongated manhood had her both scared and aroused at the same time.  "Today might be your way but first we finish my way." 
         And before she could utter words of hesitancy she was swaying with him, still bent over, he was moving her in a way she had never experienced before, but she liked every bit of what she was feeling.  She could feel him push himself into her harder and move in a circular motion with her.  Driving her crazy with each move.  Making her body burn with desire. 
         She stood and went to turn, but he wouldn't allow it.  Her small frame was nowhere near a match for his body of loving, hot, scorching mus cle that was seeking her affirmation of existence. 
         He slid his hands down from her shoulders to her hands and back up to her shoulders still moving his body as he had before, only this time, she was following him move for move.  His touch was leavin g her wanting him desperately.  A touch that was coaxing her body to do more, so much more.
         Never missing a beat of music that only played in their head, he slid his hands to her waist, and tugged at her shirt until it was off over her head.  She coul d only speak one word.  "Jade." She whimpered.
         "We are just dancing, so dance."  She felt her body wanting to move more against him and again she tried to turn around and again he wouldn't allow it.  His hands left her body long enough to remove his s hirt, then they found her wrists, she could feel his chest against her bare back and chills shot through her like a bolt of lightning striking its target. 
         He folded her hands up and across her chest, and continued to press his hardened groin against her buttock.  Swaying from side to side. He moved his head to her neck and only allowed his breath to touch it.  He was quite amazed as the presence of goose bumps were appearing everywhere.
         Then moving from one side of her neck to the other, he was intending on winning the fight as she called it.  And it looked as though the first point was his. 
         "Jade."   She whispered his name sounding more as though a plea for his touch.  A plea for the fire that had been ignited to be extinguished.   A desp erate cry for his help in relieving the aching burn she felt between her legs.
         "Tell me, what is it Sara, tell me what you want?"  Sara couldn't speak the words, only feel what her body wanted.  His touch, she wanted his touch right here, right now, s he yearned for it.             
         "Jade, I,,,I,,,I"  Sara couldn't say it.  She wanted to, but couldn ’t make the words come out of her
    mouth.
         "You what?"
         "I,,,"
         Jade turned her to face him, staring at her.  "Say it, tell me