FOUR
JUSTIN ROSE TO HISfeet. “Okay, I’m up.”
“Come on.” She urged, motioning her hands. “Come here and let me show you what I’m made of.”
The Bible story of David and Goliath came to mind when Justin’s six-foot three-inch frame towered over her. There was no way such a petite woman could harm one little hair on his body.
He moved toward her like an animal hunting its prey. She withdrew with each step he came closer, her eyes sparkling.
Reaching out to grab her, his fingers brushed her arm, but she was much too quick and moved away. Her grin widened, mischief dancing in her eyes. Pursuing her was top priority, and he wanted to get her that much more. He leapt toward her again, but as before, she darted inches away from his touch.
Okay, sweetie... playtime is over.
He needed to let her know who the weaker gender was, and it certainly was not him. His laughter died, and he became serious in his pursuit.
“All right sweetie,” he said in a serious tone, “now it’s time to show you who’s in charge.”
He lunged for her, but she grasped his arm and twisted it around... and his body followed. The next thing he knew, the room turned upside down before he landed flat on his back in a resounding thud.
Momentarily, he lost his breath. Then in one big gush, he gasped. What just happened? Maybe the tiny woman did have a little strength after all. But his pride argued. She just took him unaware, that’s all.
The astonishment in her wide eyes told him she didn’t expect it either. But soon the expression changed, and her whole countenance brightened from her accomplishment.
She stepped over and crouched beside him. “Justin?” she asked timidly, but with a hint of sarcasm. “Are you all right?”
He grabbed her arm and yanked. “Aaah.” Her voice gushed out unexpectedly. He pressed her body down upon his, and then in one quick roll, flipped her on her back. Looming over her, he grinned. Now he was in charge.
Her wide eyes wavered, but only to the smallest degree, and her breathing became labored. Their closeness had him burning with awareness, and he wished he’d stop responding this way. Her gaze wandered over his face. When they rested on his lips, her green eyes softened.
Her lips looked wonderful, and the insane idea of kissing her overpowered him completely. Gads, he’d just met her! As her chest rose and fell, images popped into his head – the kind he had no right thinking.
Her heartbeat knocked against his chest and met his in a perfect rhythm. His gaze rested on her crimson lips. He really needed to control his urges better because he wanted to kiss her so badly right now. She must have thought the same thing because her lips parted, and her quick breaths whispered warm against his face.
He bent to taste her, but her surprisingly strong legs lifted him as her hands pushed against his chest. She flipped him over and he landed right beside her on the floor.
Once again, he lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling, feeling like a dope because this slip of a woman got the best of him.
